Blades

You hold my head, I cannot hurtYou touch my heart, I cannot bleedYou touch my eyes and I can seeCaress my skin my sickness sleepsMy dreams are goldenMy dreams are goldenShe said, "The leper sleeps tonight"She saidThe greatest good for the greatest numberFrom the greatest evil comes though they slumberThe greatest triumph proves the greatest blunderGreatness dies but will still hungerShe strokes and tumbles into my veinShe gently turns the tide of shameSteal to the city with no nameThe scent of darkness smothers painMy dreams are goldenMy dreams are goldenShe said, "Your wound will heal tonight"She saidThe greatest good for the greatest numberFrom the greatest evil comes though they slumberThe greatest triumph proves the greatest blunderGreatness dies but will still hunger