How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams,
Where the sewage of youth drowns the spark of my tunes.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
(Too heavy for me.)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
(Everyone to see.)
And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies.
And all the lovers with no time for me.
And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me,
And pray that they'll grow up to be...
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