Past, Present, Permanent

How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated,

And I knew that the lights of the city,
Were too heavy for me,
Though I carry karats for everyone to see,
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all of the mothers raised their babies,
To stay away from me.

Tongues on the sockets,
Of electric dreams,
When the sewage of youth,
Drowned the spark of my teens.

And I knew that the lights of the city,
Were too heavy for me (to heavy for me),
Though I carry karats for everyone to see,
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies,
And all the lovers with no time for me,
And all of the mothers raised their babies,
To stay away from me

And pray they don’t grow up to be.