Gold

All the lives online A familiar smell can help to rewind All the bible signs A bad taste can erase The behaviors of time Stick your hand in blind And you're feeling the guts Of the ghosts in your eyes From behind your lids If you could choose how to die You'd never make up your mind with it... You have to ask to exist to have to be somebody See the city melt into gold When you crash bumper cars with your health For the songs to sell– Play sick, stay home, play songs for yourself! Say forbidden spells You could skip all the hits But it won't pay as well How to tell the kids– "Hell's in the mind, but you can't always tell it is" You have to ask to exist to have to be somebody