Letras
Dmitry's pot of gold
Knocked over by the lion
He mourns his scattered coins
While looking for a purpose
Angelina will not love him
So he will steal for her
He thinks she cares about him
But lust is a deceiver
But then he had a revelation
He wanted life he wanted pain
He could never be a healer
But he would suffer by your side
Are you free or are you sheltered
In the Crystal Palace
It offers what you crave for
Just to make it your god
He sold his throne
To buy a desert
The words of love
Etched on his soul
But the mob still hates him
He'll be their punchbag
Their perception tinted
By the Chinese whispers
But then he had a revelation
He wanted life he wanted pain
He could never be a healer
But he would suffer by your side
Are you free or are you sheltered
In the Crystal Palace
It offers what you crave for
Just to make it your god