You thought the truth that falls from these lips was gold,
but the truth is that I am pyrite,
and the lies are the aureate smiles
that beam sunshine to start your day
but in reality mark the end in glittering, golden twilight.
pyrite,
a travesty of the honesty,
gold as much as quartz are diamonds,
but you chose me anyway.
You chose Fool's Gold.
That makes you the Fool,
and thus I belong to you.