Like Midas, I touch what turns to gold, guide us toward the pot to grow,
the pasta bowl that's infinite like god would know
Like I would know my mystery, eyes are bloodshot blister pleased,
I fist the beat, it's an errand, done it before when no one was staring
a plentiful bore for plentiful boys, planning for toys that been other boys
A fan of a foisted love endorsed by damsels in distress
those who take you for colors and leave you redacted at best
the alchemist know the way
the path to fame and fortune, lead by dwarfing mountains morphed in
moistened towellettes and sex tapes in blurred family portraits
last dates and first kisses, doctor visits and black eye stitches
a book read and thrown aside, truth be told it was all lies
a move to gloat about the light lost inside the tunnel's life
there's nothing left inside, nothing left there out to sign
that's what they're about to find
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