Golden

How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me And pray they don’t grow up to be…