Forgotten stories of excess

both real and fiction

Too many hollow lives spent

chasing benediction

We plummet to the earth like

scores of fallen angels

Play out our tragedies on empty

weathered stages



But before we lose it all

The final curatain call

Conflicted and rejected



Beware the opulence inherent confusion

When reality's obsured

by clouds of disillution

Held under far too long by

the weight of our existence

We labor fruitlessly against

both time and distance



But before we lose it all

The final curtain call

Conflicted and dejected



What's in the past can't be undone

You'ce got to seperate to become one

Your indescision hides the guilts

just underneath your clouded eyes



So sick you'd sell your soul

For another fifteen minutes lie