City Of Gold

City of gold
I can still see you
Feel you
Cities gone cold
Where is the real you?
I can still heal you
I can still ride
Drift on the tide
I could abide it
Inside it
Tumbling down
With all the people
Each one so feeble
Each one alive
Up on the tide

Broken shell, the rusty swell is birthing all the musty spell
It's here with me
All I can see
Open eyes, the broken sky is bringing forth the lullabies
But we are down
We're on the ground
Cities gold and cities cold are crawling with the greedy mould
And dripping rust
They're filled with dust
Love is black, a sickly trap, a cloying oil of human fat
And dead besides
It's dead besides
Open men and broken men with ribs of snow against the land
And blood of white
Decay inside
Ancient husks of cities gone submit to rust forget the feel
Of on the tide
Upon the tide

Boiling oil is poured inside my tired eyes upon my rags
Of dusty sin
The rust within
Once a lion now a cat, domesticated, catching rats
And growing thin
See ribs through skin
Lord of bones, just ask the crones who sleep in curls of ancient prose
But still don't know
The truth alone
Saviour with crown of thorns is seen with horns a headless ram
Lies somewhere shorn
It's so forlorn

Skin of rust, a bag of dust, I stumble through the wasted crust
And I'm alone
I'm so alone
God has left, the God of Death but judgement lies upon the crest
Of moaning men
The groaning men
Cities gold are in the past collecting dust, a mummer's farce,
They're left behind
In ancient times
Mother lies beneath the crust and still she dies a death of rust,
She's dead to us
She's dead to us