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Gold

Gold

Gold

Gold

Why so bold?
I'm spinning around your
Tightened hold.
You don't know it,
But I do
Can't stop thinking about you.

Blinded by fabric,
Spun out of greed.
So focused, so focused
I cannot see.

Had that chance,
Never won.
Tried and tried to escape
From the poison

Foggy is my mind
And blinded is my eye,
Will I end up
Another rigged die?

Tightened my grip,
Just for kicks.
After a while I started to slip.
I make sound when I'm falling
No one seems to hear me calling.
Just another member of society crawling.


Gold

Gold

Gold

Why so bold?
They punished us for not doing
What we're told.
You don't know it,
But I do
Can't stop thinking about you.

They tricked us
Into believing
A drop of power,
Everything we'd be needing.

The People stopped running
A net too insane.
So they began to play
Society’s sick twisted game.

The People are blinded.
The cards have been fold.
Whatever they do,
They are blinded by

Gold…

Gold…

Gold…
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Society's little game.
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