The promised city, dipped in an admirable countenance,
Where gold is hidden behind gracious walls,
and strangers pilger in hope to find it
Aflamed by the idea of an carefree existence,
an existence based on the shine of gold
To reach it, demands a prize so high, noone could ever know
The reward served on a golden plate
in shape of a blazing blindness,
makes us believe to have found the answer
to all our oppressive problems
Fresh bruises seem to disappear on our used up wrists
But the sharp pain stays and drifts through the sizzling surface