Analysis of golden shoes & diamonds too

I lost my way, far away from home.
My shoes I made from gold I never owned.
Still I walked like the righteous man, alone?
All alone in shoes with no soles.
The bottoms of my feet just blood and bone.
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And where have I gone?
To some carnival of shame~
where fires burned away every letter of my name.
I look back and all I can see are bloodied footprints
upon the ruination of every thing that ever spoke of me.
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My diamonds in hand, within a pill bottle they rattle.
Marching away towards nothing that matters.
I shine and I glitter,
all the way to Hell,
where my end will be bitter,
under this spell.
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