Golden-Rare Monk

Let's just pretend we're golden We've found ourselves Don't need the depths to find the limits Of witchcraft, all the words we know Don't need a fight to find a friend Beholden We've found ourselves No, no, it's just the cost of living Escalation, of the sins we know So bring the trepanner We're waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We're waiting Let's just pretend we're golden We've found ourselves We only breathe the air we're given So breathless, we've dreamed this hell We've found ourselves The only tack's into the tempest, into fury No, we've found ourselves Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads They're so hungry now So bring the trepanner We're waiting To excise all the truths we know Bring out the leeches We're waiting To exorcise the blood below