How cruel is the golden rule?

When the lives we lived are only golden-plated

And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

Though I carried karats for everyone to see

And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies

And all the lovers with no time for me

And all of the mothers raise their babies

To stay away from me

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams

Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens

And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)

Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)

And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies

And all the lovers with no time for me

And all of the mothers raise their babies

To stay away from me

And pray they don't grow up to be...