Golden - Rare Monk

Let’s just pretend we’re golden

We’ve found ourselves

Don’t need the depths to find the limits

Of witchcraft, all the words we know

Don’t need a fight to find a friend

Beholden

No, we’ve found ourselves

Now it’s just the cost of living

Escalation, of the sins we know

So bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting

Let’s just pretend we’re golden

We’ve found ourselves

We only breathe the air we’re given

So breathless, we’ve dreamed this hell

The only tack’s into the tempest, into fury

We’ve found ourselves

Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads

They’re so hungry now

So bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting

Bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting

To exorcise the blood below

Bring the trepanner

We’re waiting

To excise all the truths we know

Bring out the leeches

We’re waiting