Fools Gold by The Dark Monarchy

I can seize, I can freeze more than I require,

I'll bury you under these shelves.

We convene every day in a quenchless fire,

It's every man for himself.

I can't fight this irrational desire,

I need and therefore I shall have.

We'll complain that the world has gone haywire,

Then burn everyone in our path.

We won't do as we're told,

What a sight to behold.

And we follow the cluster because we have to,

They panic and we follow suit.

And we swim through the hot water together,

Bathing in bitter dispute.

Now that I cannot leave I can feel the twitching,

I won't do what I have been told.

I can feel the revulsion, hear the bitching,

No fucks for the young nor the old.

We won't do as we're told,

What a sight to behold.

Open a hole in the ground, make a pit for all the

Fools who don't know how to turn around,

In a broken era.

Digital faces and sounds, they are here but not here,

Before we can breathe, we must drown,

Let's not wash ourselves away.

Waiting and praying for headaches of old.

Yearning and craving our fool's gold.

I can't fight this irrational desire,

I need and therefore I shall have.

We'll complain that the world has gone haywire,

Then burn everyone on our path.

We won't do as we're told,

What a sight to behold.

Open a hole in the ground, make a pit for all the

Fools who don't know how to turn around,

In a broken era.

Digital faces and sounds, they are here but not here,

Before we can breathe, we must drown,

Let's not wash ourselves away.

Waiting and praying for headaches of old.

Yearning and craving our fool's gold.

• Metal
• Progressive Rock
• Symphonic Metal
• progressive metal
• Brampton