Lyrics of 'Gods Of American Success' by John Mark McMillan

White-faced phantoms in a foggy rain
Minnows in the pool, the way they slip away
And I go fumbling, go run again to repossess
The story of my youth, the story of my electric past

Are we running after flickering sparks?
Are we grappling for diamonds in the dark?
Oh, the way we chase that mercury

Loud like lions and as slick as wolves
Desperately we hunt the other animals
But in the end if all we are is dogs out back chasing cars
Then pray we don't get the things we want

Are we running after flickering sparks?
Are we grappling for diamonds in the dark?
Oh, the way we chase that mercury
The way we chase that mercury

Another pound of flesh
Offer it up to the gods of american success
But no matter what you are, you're only second best
And it’s all that you can ever hope to be
The way you chase that mercury

Fragile frames fumble in the mystery
Afraid to be exposed while we pretend to be
Something more than what we are
Fools in love with punch drunk hearts
Mystified by everything we see

Are we running after flickering sparks?
Are we grappling for diamonds in the dark?
Oh, the way we chase that mercury
The way we chase that mercury
Oh, the way we chase that mercury
The way we chase that mercury

Another pound of flesh
Offer it up to the gods of american success
But no matter who you are, you're only second best
And it’s all that you can ever hope to be
The way you chase that mercury
The way you chase that mercury

There must be more to this
Our desperate wandering
How do we put to rest
All of our discontent
Beneath the shadows
Of all that we think we want
Is there a light we can’t see

There must be more to this
Our desperate wandering
How do we put to rest
All of our discontent
Beneath the shadows
Of all that we think we want
Is there a light we can’t see

The way you chase that mercury