You would think the sidewalks were made from gold
From all the rumors regarding this place
A fabrication that is bought and sold
Tradition is lies into lemonade
There are secrets beyond a picket fence
Aphotic, yet unmistakable truths
Unblemished perfection at a first glance
The secrets, taking and breaking my youth
Time’s a foe to enabling silence
And time builds contemporary courage
My pain was concealed in counterfeit smiles
Yesterday’s gone, today’s a new age
I cried a river and learned how to swim
I rejoice in the words; never again.