Promise of Gold

I don’t respect how this city works
But I’ve learned how to milk it for all its worth
Opinion doesn’t matter, nor does life
But I got a plan, and in the dead of night
I’m gunna climb to the top and find my freedom
Break in through the spire and find my freedom
Crack open the vault and find my freedom
Steal the lot and find my freedom
Here, at the top of the world
What’s the point anyway?
For the promise of gold
I fear I forgot how to fake being human
Maybe I’m too old, irrelevant, or dying
Still these great walls will replace me soon
Throw me out with the trash — won’t even be recycled
Just a step to the left, no-one's watching
Gravity does the rest, no-one's watching
Then I’ll be free, no-one's watching
Half a mile release, no one’s watching
Here, at the top of the world
What’s the point anyway?
For the promise of gold
Here, at the top of the world
Why did I climb so high?
For the promise of gold
MIDDLE 8/
Teach the kids to pucker up and maybe they’ll survive
Freedom comes from kissing concrete from half a mile high
We can’t climb any higher
In the blink of an eye from the tallest spire
Floating through ash clouds, falling though haze
Absorbed into the static, drift away
Here, at the top of the world
What’s the point anyway?
For the promise of gold
Here, at the top of the world
Why did I climb so high?
For the promise of gold
OUTRO/
Teach the kids to pucker up and maybe they’ll survive
Freedom comes from kissing concrete from half a mile high