Golden
How cruel is the golden ruleWhen the lives we lived are only golden plated?And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for meAnd though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raise their babiesTo stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreamsWhere the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teensAnd I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for meAnd though I carry karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemiesAnd all the lovers with no time for meAnd all of the mothers raise their babiesTo stay away from me