I once believed divine decree
But all the years have poisoned me,
With a flagrant apathy
Oh I never lost control at all,
I just gave into the greatest lie that the world has ever known
I could've been so much more than I am
Well I'm still breathing
though not all I was meant to be yet
Can you heal me alchemy?
Make me a sire of gold
And I'll set fire to the world
Cause I've got years to burn
before I'm gone
I used to fan the flames but now,
I want to be the wind that blows from the hand that wrote it all
I've been first star wishing
For a Midas Affliction
From Chrysopoeiate addiction
But I'm still so far off
I want to be so much more than I am
Well I'm still breathing,
Though not all I was meant to be yet
Can you heal me Alchemy?
Make me a sire of gold
And I'll set fire to the world
Cause I've got years to burn
Before I'm gone