Gold Pockets by Those Hounds

Sly remarks keep your head on straight
You've got a label for anyone but you
In faux struggle, comes faux triumph
Your gold pockets solve everything, don't they?

A martyr
Perched on a hologram throne
Save me
Save me from this
The sun illuminates your path
As I stare into the dark
I used to pray for god to hear me
Until I learned you were the one

You don't know
A goddamn thing about me
You don't know (You don't know)
The fear that can run out of me
You don't know
A goddamn thing about me
You don't know (You don't know)
The fear that can run out of me

When money is no object
You can live till the end of time
All the pests perish around you
As you carve your name in stone

A martyr
Perched on a hologram throne
Save me
Save me from this
If you only knew what it's like
To writhe in the unfair
Getting up to the same old thing
Is this the part where I give up?

And i've spent so, so long
Just trying to get by
Is this where I give up?

And we all pray
For the problems you never had
Restore / return right now
(Restore / return now)
And we watch the world wilt
Before you understand
(Reset / return right now)
Reset / return now

Just let the cold water wash over me
As I navigate this hell I've come to know
Just let the cold water wash over me
As I navigate this hell I've come to know

You don't know
A goddamn thing about me
You don't know (You don't know)
The fear that can run out of me
You don't know
A goddamn thing about me
You don't know (You don't know)
The fear that can run out of me

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