Golden

We lie in the forest
Far cry from the real world
I feel no pain
Headlines bore us
Caught up in the speed
Of the pouring rain

Bright lights and a ball gown
Nobody knows
Why they even came
We'd die to be famous
Don't care
The streets gonna know my name

Give me something I can hold on
If everything is golden
Then what is there to hold on

Palm trees and the big screens
Only counts if the world sees
All me
Dress me like a rag doll
You choose
But first tell me what's my name

Shark teeth rip through me
Not incomplete
I was born to please
Clean cut and kept neat
Main attraction
Distraction next to blame

Give me something I can hold on
If everything is golden
Then what is there to hold on

Give me something I can feel
Inside, for real, this time
Instead of going through the motions
Give me something I can hold on

Sun shines down on me
The motions tear me open

Give me something I can hold on
If everything is golden
Then what is there to hold on

Give me something I can feel
Inside, for real, this time
Instead of going through the motions
Give me something I can hold on