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to dust - midas syndrome lyrics

the king of all kings it would seem
stopping at nothing to realize your dream

not hungry, yet feeding, yet filling that hole
in your soul letting your whims take control
letting whips crack over strained bodies just to find
what you search for with your one track fetish mind

you turn the world into a game
because you know you’re on the winning side
misleading, lying without shame
walking over corpses as you hide
you hide behind a venerated name
a wolf in sheep’s clothing

standing on others heads to preach your fame
while the void inside you grows to nothing

turning greed to gold and gold to dust
numbing yourself with want and l+st
turning dust to gold and gold to dirt
not admitting you hurt

and so you are left alone
turning your back on a world that could have been your home
a world now frozen in a dead silent gleam
a fitting end it would seem
and so you are left with remorse
a victim to your own force
master of your own ironic fate
realizing it when it’s already too late
turning dirt to gold and gold to rust
turning yourself into an empty husk
turning rust to gold and gold to shame
cursing the world with your name

and so you are left alone
turning your back on a world that could have been your home
a world now frozen in a dead silent gleam
a fitting end it would seem

(k!ll the king, take his head, k!ll the king, strike him dead)

- to dust lyrics

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