Caliban

Black gold, black gold – our souls been sold it drips down our throats – fills up our lungs.
We can barely breath – can’t spread our wings.
golden horizon…burst in flames. burning despair…again and again.
golden horizon…so bright, but it’s fading…burst in flames eternal return…we’re waiting and waiting again and again and again.
We know – but we’ll never change. It’s true – that’s what we became.
(We’re) standing at the edge! We’ll never change!
Edge of black
Like a king with a rusty crown – like a saint on it’s way down. To the deepest ocean floor – forever more.
Black gold, black gold – our souls been sold. We all know the truth – but we’ll never change. A shadow of a saint – That’s what we became.
Golden horizon…so bright, but it’s fading – burst in flames. Eternal return…we’re waiting and waiting. Again and again and again.