The curse of the Midas Throat
The touch of your hand can stop the beating of hearts and
The voice of man
You will act as death until the day you become death
Yourself
Wielding the power of a god as your lust for gold numbers
Your days
Your wish has been granted
But a double edged sword that evaded your beloved
Is the curse of the Midas Throat
In madness and fear you embrace your beloved
And as she stands lifeless you curse the gods
But this is what you asked for
The golden touch
You wouldn't heed the warning of what it may cost
In your paranoia
They conspire against you
They'll take your crown and leave your bones
Unmarked in the ground
Neck deep in riches
Neck deep in distress
The no mans land between body and mind
The pleasure of wealth but a body on borrowed time
Three days without water, a fate no man can survive
There's no way of escape and nowhere to hide
You leave a path in your wake like no other
Your plight, this curse, your desire
To gorge on poisonous metal
Immolation by fire
Cheat the gods with suicide
It's immorlation by fire
Cheat the gods with suicide
'I am still Emperor'
Neck deep in riches
Neck deep in distress
The no mans land between body and mind
The pleasure of wealth but a body on borrowed time
The no mans land between life and death
As the only thing which passes through your throat will
Be your last breath
In death, wealth is irrelevant, beg for deliverance from
Starvation
DIONYSUS
Hear this prayer
In death I live through centuries in all I have created
DIONYSUS
Hear this prayer
Statues of loved ones withstand the test of time
What cannot feed will always cease to exist
A fundamental order that has no exception
Your insatiable grandeur
Took for granted lucid means to survive
Sound the horn
Our monarch is dead
For he now lies with a severed throath