Honest to God I couldn't place myself here
In a single moment
I was a liar, a fraud, a thief
The next, I was a honest man
Stricken with a heart of Gold.
To whom it may concern I scream the trials
Of men who are called liars and thieves
But are we really?
Our survival lead us down this path
For the rich to bestow us a title of cold stone.
Who are you to proclaim me a stone cold beast,
And yourself Gold hearted man?
Really what's the difference?
