 |
|
|
|
|
|
Forgotten stories of excess
Both real and fiction
Too man hollow lives spent
Chasing benediction
We plummet to the earth like
Score of fallen angels
Play out or tragedies on empty,
Weathered stages
But before we lose it all
The final curtain call
Conflicted and dejected
Beware the opulence inherent in confusion
When reality's obscured
By clouds and disillusion
Held under far too long by
The weight of our existence
We labor fruitlessly against
Both time and distance
What's in the past cant be undone
You've got to separate to become one
Your indecision hides the guilt
Just underneath your clouded eyes
So sick you'd sell your soul
For another fifteen minute lie
|
|
|
|
|
|
