Curtain comes down, confession begins

Not all of them made it, so I'm glad some of them stayed until the end

To see a self righteous young man turn parody

But nothing is more uplifting than finally admitting you were living a lie

Tears down my face again as I place my head in my hands

Darkness comes and it consumes all my past dread is exhumed

Breakdown in short succession interrupt the bouts of depression

Fables and methods for coping effective as protest unspoken

Praise gone, money spent

Just a kid wondering where his dad went

Old man life spent

Carved a legacy never made a dent

Thirty Three was so complex screamed the singed from the crucifix

Well, it was me down on bended knees, praying to a god in whom I "don't believe"

In a way it is all that it gleams, but why do we kill ourselves to end the dream?

Is it commitments that bind me or am I consumed by vanity?

Praise gone, money spent

Just as kid wondering where his dad went

Old man life spent

Carved a legacy never made a dent

How can it be maintained?

The way I make my living has driven me insane

It's a 21st century irony, where everything you hoped for in life gives you more anxiety

Praise gone, money spent

Just as kid wondering where his dad went

Old man life spent

Carved a legacy never made a dent

Rapt attention turns malaise

I accept it

Can't remain unaffected by the changing days

I'm not ungrateful; I cherish the time we spent

When the day comes to say goodbye, understand, this is why

Praise gone, money spent

Just as kid wondering where his dad went

Old man life spent

Carved a legacy never made a dent