The void remains, the void still grows
Believers in disbelief
Face the mirror for the first time on their own
Who should one turn to when there's nothing else to fall back on
What's left for one to do in a world
Where people define themselves with what they buy
But spend, spend, spend and then spend some more
Who should one turn to when there's nothing else to fall back on
Because it's all we really have
In our greedy hearts
In our empty minds
That's all we really fucking are
Fucking soulless
So let's all join hands to celebrate
The cult of gold