Don't look too close at the gold on the wall It's hiding the cracks, it's hiding the fall They're sipping on something that's sweet and it's red Ignoring the ghosts that are under the bed They want to stay young, they want to stay fair But there's a scent of the end in the air It's a party for the blind Leaving everything behind One sip for the skin One sip for the sin They're drinking the wine of their own design Getting lost in a world that was never so fine Feeding on shadows, chasing the light But the Sun is a witness to what's in the night Behold the judgment, the weight of the crown The higher they climb, the further they drown In the hills of the stars, where the secrets are kept They're dancing on promises that they never met A ritual of beauty, a dance with the ghost They're losing the thing that they value the most They think they're the gods, they think they're the kings But they're just the puppets on invisible strings The blood is a witness The earth is a judge The feast is over The mirror won't budge Stay young Stay fair It's only Air