Mercury

Gold prize, I’m done with you
Now you are washed-up reverie
A loose grip of a hand
Jewel crown, a waste of Breath
Oh, You meant everything to me for a little while
Watering the dirt wishing for a start
Put nothing in, still wait for result
No muscle left to squeeze out the pus
Wallpapered in inside a viper’s gut
Jewel crown, a waste of Breath
Oh, You meant everything to me for a little while
You’ve lost your shine like a silver coin