Fools Gold 歌词

The sinking feeding A scene to behold As lights go out in tow And the altar is reborn Wall to wall All the cards I hold Are mine and mine alone It seems the empty show Is not sinking in And the actor is both the star and the audience On the screen of his mind As he's honing his lines And they can't get off As sure as the Sun is sinking Pulled to the careless breeding And all the wired souls stay on Aligned by a change in the heart No semblance of yesterday We've all gone numb to feel With mouths on fire Just cross your heart and believe That nothing is unreal So medicate and surrender For all roads they lead back here Still they can't get off The lines we draw today Will breed in the end And extort As the feast Goes on and on and on Flies feed Like the beat of a heart Coming inside Flies feed Like the beat of a heart Coming inside