For-

got-

ten

sto-

ries

of

ex-

cess

both

real

and

fic-

tion,

Too

ma-

ny

hol-

low

lives

spent

cha-

sing

be-

ne-

dic-

tion.

We

plum-

met

to

the

earth

like

scores

of

fal-

len

an-

gels,

Play

out

our

tra-

ge-

dies

on

emp-

ty,

wea-

thered

sta-

ges.

But

be-

fore

we

lose

it

all,

The

fi-

nal

cur-

tain

call,

Con-

flic-

ted

and

de-

jec-

ted.

And

de-

jec-

ted.

Be-

ware

the

o-

pu-

lence

in-

he-

rent

in

con-

fu-

sion

When

rea-

li-

ty's

ob-

scu-

red

by

clouds

of

di-

sil-

lu-

sion.

Held

un-

der

far

too

long

by

the

weight

of

our

e-

xis-

tence,

We

la-

bour

fruit-

les-

sly

a-

gainst

both

time

and

dis-

tance.

But

be-

fore

we

lose

it

all,

The

fi-

nal

cur-

tain

call,

Con-

flic-

ted

and

de-

jec-

ted.

What's

in

the

past

can't

be

un-

done.

You've

got-

ta

se-

pa-

rate

to

be-

come

one.

Your

in-

de-

ci-

sion

hides

The

guilt

just

un-

der-

neath

your

clou-

ded

eyes.

So

sick

you'd

sell

your

soul

For

a-

no-

ther

fif-

teen-

mi-

nute

lie.