Gold

I'll preach again my saints Better for worse, for better days He heard the trial, he heard his sins All his worth burnt away My sense of will Sin of peace Left a hole in my cheek Risen from his heart His veins lacked kind Take my own It's not fake No drone in my chain Is gold without the stake of home I'll do what I didn't intend End a time of a friend What to do without the fear Of being lost amongst tears Take my own It's not fake No drone in my chain Is gold without the stake of home