the darkness shy to discrete
silvers even the finest golden screen
and the men are casted in that burning breeze
for the pigs need a golden leash

all abort the american plane
the sky is burning but our site is faint
and their laughter echoed down the drain
they gave us a shovel to mine the golden plain

we will return to the salt and the sea
******* and your money
we will arson your hollow kingdom, just see
******* and your money