Gold

Gold

Gold

Gold

Gold

That's what we're made of

I'm walking by these sinners and saints

I don't know why they throw it all away

When did my fascination grow so cold?

I want to turn these colors back to gold

The bakers and the bands are selling their souls

The modern timeri is running through snow

Everybody knows the price of control

Playing with the queen of ice, you get cold

All the runners up are breaking the crowd

All the animals are trying to get loud

Everybody knows the price of control

Playing with the queen of ice, you get cold

Tripping in the maze and breaking their bones

The killers in the cages sitting on thrones

Everywhere you turn you're out of control

You kick them in the head to get your own

Gold

Gold

That's what we're made of

I'm walking by these sinners and saints

I don't know why they throw it all away

When did my fascination grow so cold?

I want to turn these colors back to gold

Razor sharp, we dance on the blades

Can't understand the mess that we made

Everybody knows the price of control

Playing with the queen of ice, you get cold

Slap in the face and you're on the floor

Rats in the race, you always want more

Everywhere you turn you're out of control

You kick them in the head to get your own

Gold

Gold

That's what we're made of

I'm walking by these sinners and saints

I don't know why they throw it all away

When did my fascination grow so cold?

I want to turn these colors back to gold

You'll never make it alone

Run on home

You'll never make it alone

Run on home

Gold

Gold

That's what we're made of

I'm walking by these sinners and saints

I don't know why they throw it all away

When did my fascination grow so cold?

I want to turn these colors back to gold

I want to turn these colors back to gold

I want to turn these colors back to gold