Black Gold کے بول

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!