• I wish for fame and fortune
    And I wish for gold
    Whatever I can get my hands on
    Will turn me to riches from mold

    Everything turns into jewelry
    It all turns into gold
    I grab my diamond rings
    But it all turns into stone

    A voice appears from nowhere
    "This is what you wished for,
    Now suffer for your greed
    And may your riches grow even more"

    I clasp my hands around my throat
    I wish to not live any longer
    I become my desire
    As my grip grows ever stronger