Black Gold - Infected Rain

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

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, shape-shifters, 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 disorder loosen our laces

A polyphony

A polyphony, loosen 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, shape-shifters, 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