Yzabel - Gold Lyrics

Sheltered from nation's storming
Horse stables rot in hell
Tennis on Sunday morning
Everything is swell

So much to see
Summers and stones
Everything that's new will never grow old
So much to fear
So much entombed
God, will they really stoop this low

Always carefree
Always alone
Hard to see the truth through a thick blindfold
Little do they care
And little do they know

I face
Your money, power, fate secured
Taking time you don't own
Some eyes don't see
The greener grass in town
Answers to question
Why the toll
Where's the money
And where's the gold

Where's the gold

Plagiarize without warning
Running 'round grand chateaus
Hmmmmm
Families they leave with mourning
If i was born with a silver spoon too,
Would you let me go

So they're chasing the fears they don't know so well
And i go back and forth through all this hell
And they'll pray to the god they believe in
For their old skin to glow
Little do they care
Little do they know

I face
Your money, power, fate secured
Taking time you don't own
Some eyes don't see
The greener grass in town
Answers to question
Why the toll
Where's the money
And where's the gold

Where's the gold

Greed and pride
Greed and pride
Grass is greener on the other side

Greener times
Losing lives
Guns go every single time

Guns go
Why why why