A touch of poison seals my fate
The dawn echoes the night with my glory...the sun himself honors me
Once king of roses, now lord of gold
The Gods themselves envy my hand
Blessed with the gift of gilded touch
Fate wields it's knife to cut the thread
In my perfection I have no want
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold
A folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me
Have I not earned this, the gift of beauty within?
How selfish were the Gods to keep their riches from my rightful treasure?
I truly have become one of them...my fatal flaw
Oh yeah! Ive got her hook, line, and sinker!
Thanks to me, she's her own new necklace!
Now she's good as gold!
I curse the day my dream became my descent
Suddenly I long for you, my only love
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