If you could get the gold back
If you could return to Source
I bet it wouldn't be enough
I bet you'd still need more
I bet you'd feel restless
And you know it never was enough
I was waiting for someone to tell me:
"The tether has finally run out"
I unveil my parachute deceiver
Cuz I thought I'd tie a knot around his neck
I don't wanna be your cold receiver
The mythic tongue until you're clock runs out
If anything, I'll come to meet you
The twisted lens from inside your mouth