Golden Madness


We are the dirty people
Walking through dark smokes
Making love, sinking in the mud
Floating on the canal’s black waters
We are the broken people
Sick and abandoned, we still play
The twisted games of love
We still dance in the face of ruin
We are angels dipped in petrol
Don’t shine your light on us
We will guide you best in darkness
We laugh loud and we cry in silence
Your dirt is our gold
And we burn
We burn
The wind carries our ashes
The wind carries our voices
We burn
And we will sing madness to you
Until you burn with us


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