Gold - Xerxes

Take everything I have left

And throw it away into this dirty river

So I can sink in muddled silence slowly after it

I used to believe in second chances

But every one I ever took

Ended me in exactly the same place

So what would you have me do?

Shed my skin like a wounded snake

So I can’t recognize the poison that I used to be

No, because I’ll look the same

But I will always know

the same broken, ground down, venom fangs

No matter what we try to change, we will always stay the same

We were never fucking gold, true to form I will remain.