follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the endnmeans, I´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up red.nnjust one taste is all you neednnI´m never going homenonce you feel itnI´m never giving innonce you taste itnI´m going to find a waynI´m going to make it lastnnthrowing your lies into the throats of unknowingn5 long years meet their endnwe were the patron saint of putting it all on blacknwhen it always came up rednnthe dream is dead!