Ian Kelly Gold
Who dug a hole in the world
Spilling the blood and consuming its essence?
Who dug a hole in the world?
Here comes the flood, and the end of existence
Who dug a hole in the world
Burning the flesh and plundering its treasures?
Who dug a whole in the world
Exposing its frailty, drilling through the layers of layers?
There are holes in my world
Who spilled the fructose on you
Making you sweeter
Who made you do what you do
Grant them a loan, steal back their homes
Now who's to say what is real
And who has been told
What's the deal with gold?
You can't feed it to the children
And you can't drink it, yellow or black
You can't force it into your lungs and it is certain
Gold won't love you back
