Monsters striking gold

Hold up until it's all over.

Now get up

Let's go.

Running back

For some scraps of gold.

Tearing up

Your muscles and soul.

Wrapping my mind around you,

Love and drugs

Supplied by gold.

Feeding up my demons

Greedy and lusting.

In hindsight

All of this is silly.

I'm still looking for the real me

Masquerading like Gold

Molded a real fool.

Everything I live by

Deteriorating slowly.

Looking for a net

Missing all the butterflies.

Lucky numbers

Triple sevens.

Trickling down fast

Crumble crumble.

Fool's Gold.