Le Plaisir - Flakes of Gold

★ Verse 1 ★
Fattened up on your own face
Painted gold like some weird saint
You can't stop now, you've almost made it
Numb but awake and your whole body's shaking

★ Verse 2 ★
Casually wrecking all you see
To feed your monolithic need
But you can't stop now, the next one's free
Crack and bleed, come apart at the seams

★ Chorus ★
Do what you love
'Cause you are what you make
So you make 'till you die
When you die, then they'll take you
And feed the machine to protect the production
And polish a promise to give to the next one
Who'll do what they love
'Cause we are what we make
So we make 'till we die
'Cause we're trying to fake
That we're not all afraid they'll forget and we'll fade
And for all our devotion
A drop in the ocean

★ Verse 3 ★
The road to hell is long since sold
Your shoulders are caked in flakes of gold
But you can't stop now, you're getting old
It's just an inch to the payload, or that's what you've been told