A place where lead turns gold
And the grass is always greener
Just at the tip of my fingers
And always untouchable

The keys to the brain, are in the abyss
The secret to unlocking potential
Yet we strive to pick the lock
For life stands behind a locked door

On the other side, there lies Truth
Truth of Life, True Potential
To pass, you must pay a price
And we do, on the door of death