Golden Songtext
von Soft Fangs

Stolen out of time and space,
left without a soul or a face.
Everything′s gone to waste.

I awake full of hate,
trying to wipe my past away.
But it sits and waits.


For a moment, I almost thought
I was golden.
Ripe as a tree in the orchard,
ready for anything.

Sitting in my room,
like I always do.

Staring at the light,
until my eyes are open wide.