there’s a bird, in the air, from a castle up that hill, where gold can be refilled just a kid, unaware, in a cloud that never ends, my yellow jacket friends.
open up, come on in. is it warm inside?
i can feel you now, i taste you in my mouth, the god of all my doubts,
i can’t feel a thing, too numb inside my dream, those golden memories.
turn it off, screw the top, every pill that you conceive just brings them to their knees
what a mess, (you’re oh so obvious) that you made, (just like the rest) when the greed that kept you high, just fucked and left you dry
circle around the drain, now can you find your way?
i can feel you now, i taste you in my mouth, the god of all my doubts,
i can’t feel a thing, too numb inside my dream, those golden memories. (what do you want from me?)
it’s a perfect world. we smile and sing the perfect world. we break our wings
can you hear me now?
i taste you in my mouth, the god of all my doubts, i can’t feel a thing, too numb inside my dream, those golden memories.