Take this gold all away from me now Planned for peace settled for luxury and taxing
Gathered where we were when it all fell waste what was taken relying on the the mediocre to sale ideas to the illiterate The mass that shouts loudest shouts first
No one hears the back doors closing off the escape Plausible deniability
I don't need gold anymore
I need the papers properly signed and posted. Stamped Dated
I'll take much too much feed what gold couldn't fill take from you after you're Dead and still
I always write off the top of my head. All my stuff is formed from a continuous thought. This one is an exception I don't feel I captured what I wanted. So if you read it thanks. Leave a comment and check back, maybe it'll be better. Maybe