Gold Cures - Eksi Ekso

Bottle it up, that’s what they want

A little elixir to kick in like punch

Still have the burn to suck the taste from if I itch

Finish it off, thumb through the stock

A colored affliction, some things you want

An aisle of serum shimmering as if we had the fortune to lose

Something else to end us

You’ll lose

Something else will end us

We’ll end us

Without this new gold cure

I’ll find myself as two

One version overcomes with time

The other dies in the duel