Everything that I’ve done Comes back to me All that I gave (I don’t know) I’ll get back Now Its nothing It seems that no one helps me out I give a smile and no response My cry for help sounds like a crying infant Is it too late? To pay and to be? Is it too late To be set free? It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid golden hell It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid golden hell One hundred “thousand” fingers point at my ridiculous self One hundred “thousand” faces deride Now they laughing Sinking in my ego paradise Human touches growing in me I’m wondering because it hurts Is it too late? To pay and to be? Is it too late To be set free? To be set free? It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid golden hell It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid hell Try to touch the last sun I see there When I disappear now Nobody will remind on my ridiculous self Try to touch the last sun I see there When I disappear It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid golden hell It gets me down It pulls me into this liquid golden hell