Carve the pain and start again,
Keep up the reputation.
Hide the marks and be the spark
In any situation.
Set the sight, a perfect night,
The mental degradation.
Trouble caused to wild applause,
The trials and tribulations.
Freed from strife, a troubled life
In the hands of our living gods.
A simple glance, dreams of romance,
They hold the cards.
Stomach churns, the nicotine burns,
hand-to-mouth existence.
We're legally caged, slave to the wage,
Bow to the Man's insistence.
In solitude cannot intrude
Those fantasies of kinship.
Build the shrine, frozen in time.
Iconoclastic worship.
Lord the stage, the senses rage
Songs that give direction.
Fulfil the need, preach the creed
To the congregation.
Freed from strife, a troubled, life
In the hands of our living gods.
A simple glance, dreams of romance,
The hold the cards.
Famed rapport, they know the score,
Feed us inspirationally
Final song, our hero's gone,
long remains the ecstasy
Sing the songs that shape our lives,
Offer the world, offer the knife
Don't accept all we've been told
Break out and taste the liquid gold.
Freed from strife, a troubled life,
In the hands of our living gods.
A simple glance, dreams of romance,
They hold the cards.
Famed rapport, they know the score,
Feed no inspirationally.
Final song, our hero's gone,
long remains the ecstasy.
Long remains the ecstacy.
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