Pocket full of gold I let my hand dive in I could sell it for soul Or maybe I could buy some eyelids Sleep it off until April Sleep it off and possibly wake up I left my gold on the table As a decorative centerpiece Isn't it shiny Isn't it great the way it lays My stomach is burning As we approach the subway train Standing in the doorway of competitive desire Our fate is lingering and whispering The telling tales of barbed wire I can't believe what I'm hearing I can't believe what I feel I can't believe what I'm seeing Cause this is way too real Confusion You can find me in a hall of mirrors Puffing out smoke And while you drink to forget You'll forget that you're broke Collusion