Gold - Black Map

You soul is made of sand

Can’t withstand the tide

With no truth inside

You speak to your masses now

Layin' at your feet

They admit defeat

Long way down

He hangs by a single thread

Don’t need nothing more

Than the worst of you

We stay in the underground

And cover up instead

As just one shade

Way down

So, you count your gold

While shivering, crying in the rain

So, you count your gold

While shivering, crying in the rain