Don't give it to the golden

feel the music on the bar
a voice on the backs and there you are
flaten down on the ground
and no one to drive you out

out of this madness
into something worth
ou of the sadness
find something worth

i cannot figure out a thing to do
whenever you say i'm the one
and i hate it when you say it
you do it just like everyone else

"he has lost himself
he used to be the golden one
the lover and the good family boy
but now he's on the ground
another needle he has stuck in
maybe this is the last one
he used to be the golden one"

the colors long ran out of me
the empty fills everything else and then
whats left? the void inside my soul is you
you are all the things that once i cared for
every warm thing long corrupted and broken
but i used to be the golden one

never wanted to be the exemple
always wanted a part in the show
but always the broken ones made much more sense
but why to i say it in past tense?
they still do

another drink the chance of paradise
wouldn't do it if i was wise
but sitting here from the highs
thats the only way to climb out

out of this madness
into something worth
out of the sadness
find something worth

"little golden boy is no longer for the go
had something related to his lungs but don't worry
he'll be back anytime soon
he'll be here to perform on the show once again"

never wanted to be the exemple
always wanted a part in the show
but always the broken ones made much more sense
but why to say it in past tense?
they still do