Such a tiny metal canister
that fits perfectly in my palm.
A small piece of gold is slipped in it
and it's no larger than a dollar coin
and suddenly it becomes deadly.

When I pull the trigger
Blood splatters on the white, lifeless walls
as if they need to be spiced up.
When I squeeze the trigger,
Gold travels faster than the speed of light
Blink once, and you miss it.
It claims lives like it's hungry for them
Blood and screams and death...
A strange sense of deja vu.

I don't like this fucked-up orb,
it's too much death and gold-hungry sheep.
Will you take my hand
and follow me to Utopia?
I promise. It's much better there.