Uploaded October 2018 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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like a white whirl
an opium den
it's a warm blur
that fills your head
let me suffer, let me feel this pain
I need the fear of being wiped away
I need the panic that it won't be OK
in these rising flames:
everything is black and gold
we can dance in the amber glow
hold my hand through the ash and smoke
I am ember, I am coal
everything is black and gold.
a corrupted beast inside a tortured dream
opened up my veins and let the weakness leave
to gain strength, do we have to bleed?
to escape the dark, don't we burn to char?
you can fall asleep in these poppy fields
but I brought kerosene:
everything is black and gold.