Gold prize, I’m done with you

Now you are washed-up reverie

A loose grip of a hand

Jewel crown, a waste of Breath

Oh, You meant everything to me for a little while

Watering the dirt wishing for a start

Put nothing in, still wait for result

No muscle left to squeeze out the pus

Wallpapered in inside a viper’s gut

Jewel crown, a waste of Breath

Oh, You meant everything to me for a little while

You’ve lost your shine like a silver coin