This is it right here
It brings the light
It beats the sun.
Only time and space
could bring us down
The rules are ours.
Foaming at the mouth, no foaming at the mouth in…
Sticking to a gun, no sticking to a gun in…
Burning at the stake, no burning at the stake in…
Pulling out your hair, no pulling out your hair in…
No more words to bend
or pull apart.
Let them die.
Keep the Midas touch
above your tongue,
In golden slight.
Foaming at the mouth, no foaming at the mouth in…
Sticking to a gun, no sticking to a gun in…
Burning at the stake, no burning at the stake in…
Pulling out your hair, no pulling out your hair in…