Gold

Make myself a concept of time
Shake my head until I go blind
With you, it’s gold
With you, it’s gold
Make myself a concept of crimes
Taste the poison smoke and go on
With you, it’s home
With you, it’s home
My and I zoned out
They say the voice of the people
It’s fading out, holding us down
And then the strings of a needle
It makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm
Makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm
Make myself of concept of time
Shake my head until I go blind
It makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm
Make myself a tree to be climbed
Close my eyes, my ears and my mind
With you, it’s gold
With you, it’s gold
My and I zoned out
They say the voice of the people
It’s fading out, holding us down
And then the strings of a needle
It makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm
Makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm
Make myself of concept of time
Shake my head until I go blind
It makes, makes me
Makes me calm, calm