Rip This!

Follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the end means

I´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up red

Just one taste is all you need

I´m never going home

Once you feel it

I´m never giving in

Once you taste it

I´m going to find a way

I´m going to make it last

Throwing your lies into the throats of unknowing

5 long years meet their end

We were the patron saint of putting it all on black

When it always came up red

The dream is dead!