How cruel. Is the golden rule?. When the lives we lived are only golden-plated. And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for. me. And 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 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 the lights of the city were too heavy for. me. (Too heavy for me). And thought 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 of all the mothers raise their babies. To stay away from me.... And pray they don't grow up to be me