Process of Pyoneers - Processor Remix

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