The Alchemist

The alchemist grows from young to old
trying to turn mercury into gold
The lyricist writes till his fingers go numb
Trying to turn music into platinum
Everyone wants to reign supreme
We're all caught up in the dream
Some sense of immortality...

But that's not the reality

The captain always is looking for a bigger boat
You're only as good as the last thing you wrote
The poet is always digging deep inside
Trying to find where the darkest emotions hide
Trying to write for the masses you lose yourself
Can't really blame it on anyone else
All for the promise of a sack of gold
You should of stuck to mercury like the alchemists of old