Golden Number
A single bullet fliesA hollow void, ending as a cadaver
Like a midday in the middle of the night
A gift without a giver
Ah, a single bullet flies
A hollow void, ending as a corpse
Like a midday in the middle of the night
A gift without a giver
This golden slumber
The unpleasant voice, the detestable sense of reason
The antiquary who would run from fire says
"Should I scream and cry?"
Only good for its diligence,
The talking corpse finds out perfection
Aah, a single bullet flies
A hollow void, ending as a corpse
Like a midday in the middle of the night
A gift without a giver
This golden slumber
An intangible monster
The end justified the means
A golden word that swung and decayed at the goal
Someone less than a friend stabbed a small knife
The answer drooping from the wound, just now
Pointed to the golden number
Once a promise is made[1]
We hold our hands until hell
Though I think it's the absolute worst
To get caught in the crossfire
Interruption, full of wit
A prison cell, ending as a melting pot
Like a filter in a lab
A gift without a giver
Golden slumber
An intangible monster
The truth was also a means[2]
A golden word that swung and decayed at the goal
I'm not satisfied
I'm not satisfied
I'm not satisfied
I'm not satisfied, so I succumb to the temptation
Golden slumber
I'm now a monster
The truth was also a means[2]
I've prepared just the thing for a villain
Someone less than a friend stabbed a small knife
The answer drooping from the wound, just now
Pointed to the golden number
A single bullet flies
A hollow void, ending as a cadaver
Like a midday in the middle of the night
A gift without a giver
A single bullet flies
Just like a hero, or perhaps a friend
Like a midday in the middle of the night
The giver is unknown until the end