Mesmerized By Gold

Interlacing Silver Strands

Into Every Fiber Of Life

Every Fiber Of Life



Do We Even Realize?

(ooooohhhh)

Our Tongues Are Seared

We Have No Taste



So Trapped In This Trance

With A Hint To Succeed

Blinded By It's Fleeting Value

By It's Fleeting Value



Everyone Runs To Success

Everyone Runs To Success



Do We Even Realize?

(ooooohhhh)

Our Tongues Are Seared

We Have No Taste