How cruel is the golden rule?

When the lives we lived were only golden-plated

And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me

And though I can't wear karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies

And all the lovers with no time for me

And all of the mothers raised their babies

To stay away from him

Tongues are my stalkings of electric dreams

Where the sewage of you drowns the spark of my tears

And I knew the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)

And though I can't wear karats for everyone to see

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies

And all the lovers with no time for me

And all of the mothers raised their babies

To stay away from him

And pray that he'll grow up to be me