Warganism - Golem

Twenty years after my love became your master
My shame became your midle name
And you can't feel the same, the same, the same.

Twenty years after.
We're made of dirt and plaster
The days are passing faster
And each day is just a small desaster

Twenty years after your fear became a monster
It just became my only name
And I can still feel the shame the same

Twenty years after Sinatra dressed in gold.
Was doing just what he's been told
And we're still young an he is getting old.

Nothing makes us fall apart.
And nothing makes this crack in you.
Nothing makes you break your heart.
And nothing makes you feel it too.
Golem, I feel it's getting me
Deeper than i need
Golem, and it's calling
My name, and he is me