Golden

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 drown the spark of my teens.

~Fall Out Boy~