Golden

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 and though i carry carats for everyone i see And I saw God crying 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 and though i carry carats for everyone i see And I saw God crying 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 they don't grow up to be