The Golden Years 歌词

So you stare in disgust at the face in the mirror Bloodshot, your eyes are hazy And the mist from the shower Doesn't hide your neck sagging onto your bare chest You look down but you can't see the floor, Only thick white, flesh. Liver spots texturise, And you can feel it dying too. Every drink, every step brings you closer to the sun. You rest on a crutch, never wanting to walk You'd rather crawl, rather slither across the floor You stare in disgust at the face in the mirror Cursing life for being so unfair, You bought it all, the lies, the freedom, Everything had a price and you paid The sun is setting, and you are sinking, You are broken your flesh is diseased, And your bones are brittle And you still don't understand, that you lived a lie?