Fake Gold - Live at Babajim Studios

I was once so suffering
For about the treasure I couldn't reach
And I was closing all the doors on you

So you were stuck
With a glass of wine and a pot of gold
So you were stuck

Tearing myself apart
To get trough the dark
Bashing the entrance gates
For years and years

Homeless and goldlust
Now the times have changed
You found pleasure with what you had
While I sat in pain

The treasure is still not in sight
Vague memories tear us apart
I left you with nothing
And I gave up

Taking all the fake gold
Now it rust away, now it rust away

I was once so suffering
For about the treasure I couldn't reach
As I was closing all the doors on you

So you were stuck
With a glass of wine and a pot of gold
So you were stuck

Tearing myself apart
To get trough the dark
Bashing the entrance gates
So many years

You found pleasure with what you had
While I sat in pain



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