Fool's Gold

If you live in a state that's always dry
A state of gold
But the sky is always grey

If you live in a state that's always on fire
A state of gold
But the sky is always gray

If you live in a state that's always tired
A state of gold
But no one wants to stay

If you live in a state where trees are giants
A state of gold
But we look up and forget to pray

If you live in a state of gold
That's what you're told

But Hollywood's fame is covered in trash
And sometimes LA is falling to ash
San Francisco Bay is starting to crash

The state is a disaster It's dying in a flash
This state of gold
Is a plaster filled with fake cash

They steal you from parking lots
and Sell you off
Your body an objectified slave

No one is safe
But we continue
As if this is sane

As if our decisions being made
Are ones of great change
But we dig a hole straight to the core
We're living in Hell; need I say more?

If you live in a state of gold
But the trees know
The sky knows

The sun knows
The Mother who hears all
but prayers knows

No one is safe
For California Golf
Is heavier than it's worth

For California Gold
Politicians sold the world
Glued new eyes onto the youth
And sewed the mouths of the few who saw

To Destruction
Their corruption
Eyes closed in a pew

Mary sheds a lonely tear
Hoping that the rosary
will heal people this year