Fools Gold

Look at you there loving your ways God's gift to everyone and that ain't no praise
You're your own master also your slave believe in your hype your either stupid or brave

Fragments of perjury held in your hands
A way with words so legendary lies don't male the man

Just like fool's gold dazzling as the sun at noon
Tied around your neck just like a lead ballon
Just like fool's gold swallow what's in front of you
Out there on your own just like a lonely moon

You sold your soul to the angel of death and took it back with the very next breath
Your fingers are burned but you don't feel pain either your genius or were all insane