Aurum Necrosis!

[I] Yeah. You’re looking for the Gleem? You’re looking for the glitz? You’ve wandered into the wrong temple. This isn’t diamond. This is marble & bone. Welcome to the depths of the pits.
[1] She walks with the soul of a vulture, Feeding on the carcass of a dying high-culture. they’re hollowed-out glass, Waiting for the credit line, waiting for the pass. But she’s dancing on the edge of a blackened abyss. You’re chasing the bullion, you’re chasing the glow, But the halloed is where the cold winds blow. There’s no light here to reflect off your rings, Just the shadow of the silence that the void-lord brings.You’re digging for gold in a mountain of ash, Trying to build a throne out of credit and cash.
[C] The gold turns to lead in the shrine,
The glitter dies out where the stars don't shine!
Deepest depths! No light to find! Leave the material fetters behind! You want the riches? You want the crown? The weight of the metal is gonna pull you down! Into the black, into the gray, Where the gold-digger’s soul is prey for decay!
[2] I’m scanning the scrolls for the end of the earth. She’s calculating interest, she’s playing the game, I’m whispering the syllables of a worthless name. You’re thirsty for champagne; I’m drinking wine of brine. The depths don't recognize your brand, it’s a pit. It’s a sea of obsidian, not a beach of gold sand. Your manicured nails won't dig through this marble throne, This is the realm of blood, the realm of the spirit, the marrow, the bone. You’re a parasite seeking a host within the crypt’s vault, But my smoke only offers the sulfur and salt.
[C] The gold turns to lead in the shrine,
The glitter dies out where the stars don't shine!
Deepest depths! No light to find! Leave the material fetters behind! You want the riches? You want the crown? The weight of the metal is gonna pull you down! Into the black, into the gray, Where the gold-digger’s soul is prey for decay! 
[B] Gold is a sun-god. But the sun is dead, and theres no light here. Your currency is worthless in the presence of the fear. Dig - deeper…! dig - deeper…! You thought you found a vein of wealth?
You only found the ruin of your own spiritual health.  The shrine is hungry. The Hollow doesn't want your money. It wants your fresh fleshed emptiness, in a coffin.
[3] So keep your designer, your labels, your pride,
There’s nowhere in the abyss for a shallow heart to hide. When the walls start to close and the chanting starts to rise, You’re a ghost in a faux fur coat, a corpse in a gown, While the Darkness pulls the whole world down. The depth is too heavy, the blackness too pure, For a heart that is driven by a craving for more. No jewelry survives the heat of the hate, Just a set of iron bars of a predestined fate. You came for a payout, now you’ll stay for the grave, In the deepest depths, where nothing can be saved!
[O] The gold is gone. The glamor is gone. Only the shrine remains. Down.. in the.. Holloweds’ Deepest... depths…!

fast 156 BPM / Deathcore, Electro-Pop, male. A Deathcore / electro Pop staccato, with a braggadocious twist.