Letras
I stand before a monument
A pitch inside a masquerade is made of gold
I stand to see the inner and I'm made of gold
But my mind is playing tricks on me
I sing on youth it cannot be, I'm getting old
I'm blackening the symphony and lying soul
I'm made of gold
Deep down I dominate the engine of life
A skull is staring back at me
A thousand teeth, a pharaoh flute, a story told
Oh once upon a time I may be made of gold
And so I'm drifting, thinking, are we happy ever after?
War has bought the crown
I am human and made of gold
Deep down I dominate the engine of life
Oh, what a time it could be
What a beautiful walk of life
Take a step back and love what you see
Got the engine with a motor made of gold
Got the engine
Got the motor going on wheels