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
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, shapeshifters 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 disorders loosening our laces
A polyphony... (say, they say)
A polyphony loosening 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, shapeshifters 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!
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
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, shapeshifters 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 disorders loosening our laces
A polyphony... (say, they say)
A polyphony loosening 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, shapeshifters 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!
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Cataraga, Vadim Ojog
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