Flipping through a book of peoples dreams
A silent killer you won't hear no screams
You hunt them down and lead them on
A lullaby to a hopeless pawn
Golden Streets of this shantytown
A cold world run by crooked crowns
The maniacs and the panic attacks
The police and a picture piece
When fairytales are the smoking gun
I flip the page but the shit ain't fun
But never the less, I'm moving on
But I don't know the way
You've been starting other sparks in my brain
Play with fire calling me insane
Leaving marks on my claim to fame
Scrutiny and critical acclaim
Golden Streets of this shantytown
A cold world run by crooked crowns
The maniacs and the panic attacks
The police and a picture piece
When fairytales are the smoking gun
I flip the page but the shit ain't fun
But never the less, I'm moving on
But I don't know the way
I knew that I had my chance
But I could use one more dance
I know you've moved along
But it feels so wrong
Golden Streets of this shantytown
A cold world run by crooked crowns
The maniacs and the panic attacks
The police and a picture piece
When fairytales are the smoking gun
I flip the page but the shit ain't fun
But never the less, I'm moving on