Golden کے بول

Let’s just pretend we’re golden We’ve found ourselves Don’t need the depths to find the limits Of witchcraft, all the words we know Don’t need a fight to find a friend Beholden No, we’ve found ourselves Now it’s just the cost of living Escalation, of the sins we know So bring the trepanner We’re waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We’re waiting Let’s just pretend we’re golden We’ve found ourselves We only breathe the air we’re given So breathless, we’ve dreamed this hell The only tack’s into the tempest, into fury We’ve found ourselves Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads They’re so hungry now So bring the trepanner We’re waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We’re waiting Bring the trepanner We’re waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We’re waiting To exorcise the blood below Bring the trepanner We’re waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We’re waiting