Текст песни Midas

They line up in droves Bare their teeth, put on a show You're cashing on their dreams Your checkbook sights their hopes They'll bleed if you ask Stop breathing if the same You're playing with your food Reeling in your pray And it all turns gold, gold, gold Everything you lay your hand upon You know just what the people want They're sold, sold, sold Everything they have close and tied Throw away in the heat of the stage lights They're buying for your time Pressing you to hear Take advantage of the desperation Say come back in a year They put their lives on hold Finding every day So that they may return Only to be tamed away And it all turns gold, gold, gold Everything you lay your hand upon You know just what the people want They're sold, sold, sold Everything they have close and tied Throw away in the heat of the stage lights And i get that it's quite enticing The lights of the stage are so inviting But the lights are packed in, the season's over And they lost all their credibility And now they have find their new feet Kicking themselves for trying, trying to compete And it all turns gold, gold, gold Everything you lay your hand upon You know just what the people want They're sold, sold, sold Everything they have close and tied Throw away in the heat of the stage lights