Process of Pyoneers (Processor Remix) ft. Processor Lyrics

You are not the gold that I thought that you were

You are something else altogether

You are not the gold that I thought that you were

You are something else altogether

It's a god it's a god it's a god and it acts like a mother

Everything forged will fail and if one god fails go find another

to worship through the hardship every hour of every single day

I would give you my last breath so don't give your lungs away

But if your words are not weighted not weighted by gold

they are vague as your story and vague as your soul

But if your words are not weighted not weighted by gold

they are light as your feathers and light as your soul

Fly away just fly away through the forests the trade winds blow mildly

I'll play a new rock'n'roll guitar and find god eventually

But every god is a chance every god is only a dream

But maybe every god is not just an idea

You are not the gold that I thought that you were

You are something else altogether

You are not the gold that I thought that you were

You are something else altogether

There are two kinds of faith maybe?

One you only have to believe

There are two kinds of love maybe?

One you only have to believe

There are two kinds of truth maybe?

One you only have to believe

There are two kinds of love maybe?

One you only have to believe

But maybe every god is not just an idea