• And he screams at me to let him go
    He wants to be wild
    He wants to live
    He can't survive in such a place as my arms
    His voice is fiction
    And the look in his eyes is a lie
    The snarl on his lips is just make-up smeared to look viscous
    He's not my boy
    He's not my man
    He's an imposter
    One with a plan

    I see what he's doing
    In his costume attire
    He's taking what we have
    And burning it in the fire
    He wants it all,
    The gold you see
    Gold only melts
    He's letting the rest of them be

    He's a cruel magician
    He's a broken musician
    He's stealing bodies
    And letting the souls run free