The Master

Tell me where the pain ends
Cross my palms with silver
I’ll see you, okay
Watch your fortune’s glamour
You’re a foolish creature
You — my wayward daughter
The well has run dry
I misplaced the water
I was once a master
I once was a god
Blackened bricks and shining gold
Like people’s ancient teller, so bold
You’re a foolish creature
You — my wayward daughter
The well has run dry
I misplaced the water