Текст песни The Golden Years

So you stare in disgust at the face in the mirror

Bloodshot, your eyes are hazy

And the mist from the shower

Doesn't hide your neck sagging onto your bare chest

You look down but you can't see the floor,

Only thick white, flesh.

Liver spots texturise,

And you can feel it dying too.

Every drink, every step brings you closer to the sun.

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You'd rather crawl, rather slither across the floor

You stare in disgust at the face in the mirror

Cursing life for being so unfair,

You bought it all, the lies, the freedom,

Everything had a price and you paid

The sun is setting, and you are sinking,

You are broken your flesh is diseased,

And your bones are brittle

And you still don't understand, that you lived a lie?