How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived were only golden-plated
And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me
And though I can't wear karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from him
Tongues are my stalkings of electric dreams
Where the sewage of you drowns the spark of my tears
And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
And though I can't wear karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raised their babies
To stay away from him
And pray that he'll grow up to be me
