歌词
Gold ingot in my hand.
Earless cat in the copy world.
Walnut darts on spider board.
Everybody had a lot of gold.
Fake gold. Fake blood.
Fake heart and fake red.
Remained in hands a lot of gold is all fakes, in the end.
the ecstacy of near-death. Everybody choose a mistakes.
the ecstacy of near the emeth. Everybody take a fakes.