Gold-Plated Dust

[Verse 1] The coin still spins on the marble floor A promise of all you've been searching for They built a tower of glass and steel Where nothing is broken and nothing is real [Chorus] Oh, the gold-plated dust, it clogs the air A brittle echo of a silent prayer We trade our souls for a polished sheen And forget the truth of what could have been [Verse 2] The market bell tolls like a funeral chime Another fortune lost to a thief called time We hoard the treasures of a dying sun And wonder why the race is never won [Chorus] Oh, the gold-plated dust, it clogs the air A brittle echo of a silent prayer We trade our souls for a polished sheen And forget the truth of what could have been [Bridge] Did we find what we came for in this gilded cage? Just a faded portrait on a crumpled page The wealth of the world won't fill this hole The hunger still burns deep inside the soul [Outro] ...nothing is real... ...just gold-plated dust... ...fading...