Mirage

I’ve made a god Of a feeble man

I thought I’d stay Until I bit the hand That fed me

Running on fumes Like the things you’d say Its hard to think I couldn’t run anyway

Mirage You’re a Mirage (ooh)

A golden crown I see now Painted rust

A golden cow Slaughtered again

Running on fumes Like the thing you’d say Its hard to think I couldn’t run anyway

Mirage You’re a mirage

Hmmm Hmm hmmm