Black Gold

Be sparkly and shiny, they say
Be perfect and smiley, they say
They say that’s the way to success, they say
That is the way to be noticed, they say
We poison ourselves, doing what we’re told
Constantly glittering, vomiting gold
Decomposing and rotting by inhaling filth
We continue to swallow caviar with guilt
What is the true beauty? What is true gold?
How do we find the clarity in this fake, cold world? (Cold world)
A nation of liars, shape-shifters, and frauds
With false kings rotting on their thrones, golden thrones
Thrones, golden thrones, thrones
False kings rotting on their golden thrones
False kings rotting on their golden thrones
Unhappy and crippled but covered in gold
We are wearing precious rocks but our hearts are cold
While alien expressions garnish our fake faces
A polyphony of disorder loosen our laces
A polyphony
A polyphony, loosen our laces
Say, this is what they say
This is what they say
This is what they say
This is what they say
This is what they say
This is what they say
This is what they
What is the true beauty? What is true gold?
How do we find the clarity in this fake, cold world? (Cold world)
A nation of liars, shape-shifters, and frauds
With false kings rotting on their thrones, golden thrones
Thrones, golden thrones, thrones
False kings rotting on their golden thrones
False kings rotting on their golden thrones