Stone Sour

The girls on the streets look all sad in this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn’t this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price
It’s a town that never does anything and takes all the credit
A place that promises so much and never has a thing to say
Or a care in the world
There is no memory here
No dream for itself but the dreams of others
And all over the world you talk about a place you’ve only seen in the re-runs
Immortalized by its vice and deified for its carnage
There’s money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it.
In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, school yards, town cars,
Back rooms and more…
Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet,
Of simple lives and red carpets
The ejaculating zeitgeist in night vision
Culture is a punch line in a motionless blood in the water
The sharks here play games you can’t fathom
But you flock here anyway
On college money and credit cards
Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true,
All of it…
Just to watch in horror as it all falls into pieces into the gravity of reality
The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you,
Nothing is guaranteed