This gold and silver you possess,
It's nothing but a golden mess,
A mess thats tearing you apart,
Hard believing you have a heart.
Your eyes, they're closed to everything,
No care for friends, no care for kin,
Your life seems nothing but a lie,
And your conscience has now said goodbye.
Open up, why can't you see
The world is not your fantasy
All the same you're missing out,
Trying to fit into the crowd.
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