Gold

All the lives online
A familiar smell can help to rewind
All the bible signs
A bad taste can erase
The behaviors of time
Stick your hand in blind
And you're feeling the guts
Of the ghosts in your eyes
From behind your lids
If you could choose how to die
You'd never make up your mind with it
You have to ask to exist to have to be somebody

See the city melt into gold
When you crash bumper cars with your health
For the songs to sell–
Play sick, stay home, play songs for yourself!
Say forbidden spells
You could skip all the hits
But it won't pay as well
How to tell the kids–
"Hell's in the mind, but you can't always tell it is"
You have to ask to exist to have to be somebody



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Mathis
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