Letras
Appearing so divine
What you touch is gold
Turn water into wine
A remedy for death brought
Loving the attention
The drug is as they say
Your false emotions
In ruins they lay
Appearing so divine
What you touch is gold
You're never mine
I smell the stench of gold
With a false devotion
You're getting tired of the play
And your emotions
In ruins they lay
Like a crippled wolf
Howling at a tired moon
Like a crippled wolf
How long you've been howling?
Appearing so divine
What you touch is gold
You're never mine
I smell the stench of gold
With a false devotion
You're getting tired of the play
And your emotions
In ruins they lay
Like a crippled wolf
Howling at a tired moon
Like a crippled wolf
How long you've been howling?