Rejection from ourselves, will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet
The sooner we quit trying to find the sound, the sooner we'll find ourselves instead
Suffering the pains taken, dwelling in the pain of creation
For the artist's mistakes, stare him in the face for years after, they are made
To love music more than life itself, is such a waste, of life, and love, and hell
Modern desires to create euphoric misery we make for ourselves
For modern music is self-indulgent, we have always done it for ourselves
For it is not a matter of life and d**h, but life only and itself
To live is to light a torch and carry it as far as you can go
Before the winds blow so hard, the flame goes out
As you fall crashing down, to the snow
Knowing at least that when you fail
Someone could relight that torch
And carry it the rest of the way, someday
In honor of you and who you were to them
It's never too late to admit you were wrong. It's never to late to admit what you need
...Beautiful to have come, beautiful to see, but also beautiful to leave
To anyone who ever said: "You'll never work in this town again!"...
There is nothing more you can take from us now. This is the end...'my friend'
The dream is dead!!! (The dream is dead!)
The scene is dead!!! (The scene is dead!)
The dream is dead!!! (Long live the dream!)
The dream is dead!