You went out with gold
Interlaced hands
Corrupted in silver
Always the "I can"
Yet pay you shall not
Nor pour upon our door
The weakened parable
Of completed floor
The doors shall await
Poor babe, lonesomes sake
Deserving oppression
Masking your heart
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 5:02 PM UTC
You went out with gold
Interlaced hands
Corrupted in silver
Always the "I can"
Yet pay you shall not
Nor pour upon our door
The weakened parable
Of completed floor
The doors shall await
Poor babe, lonesomes sake
Deserving oppression
Masking your heart