Black Gold

Be sparkly and shiny, they say
Be perfect and smiley, 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?
A nation of liars, shapeshifters and frauds!
With false kings rotting on their throne, golden thrones!

Thrones, golden thrones, thrones
False kings rotting on their golden thrones!
With false kings rotting on their thrones!

Unhappy and crippled but covered in gold
We are wear precious rocks but our hearts are cold
While alien expressions garnish our fake faces
A polyphony of disorders loosen our laces

Say, They say

What is the true beauty? What is true gold?
How do we find the clarity in this fake, cold world?
A nation of liars, shapeshifters and frauds!
With false kings rotting on their golden thrones!