Lyrics:

Risk the city
All of the steel
The agency called
They want my prints

The frozen lustre
The hidden games
The finger pocket
The king is talking

Behind the golden doors

He gets the air
It's ugly loud
Middle of the ear
Voices here

Behind the golden doors

Electric currents
Name the brains
That swim them all
But need more time

Behind the golden doors
Behind the golden doors
Behind the golden doors