Fire engine red

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