Trying to make the curtain call, confused on the stage
Pulled my bird from the hat, but it flew away
A newer day, new tricks looking like old staples
Fables to live and die beneath the creaky stables
Shaky hands that leak the ladle
Of an alphabet soup over the seats and table
Sprawled around, divination from the melting pot
Children's blood and tribulations of the relics lost
Stirring in civilizations where we seldom loved
The star dust glimmers, and we're bartering rocks
Best to be ready for blood letting, lest you starve
The smell from the cauter, redress the scars
Of those who've given you light, who's meat you've torn
Under heavenly skies that you feast upon
For each their own, and the longer one lives
Can only feel the better, the younger they left

They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
Their warm smile petrified for those left behind
They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
Their warm smile petrified for those left behind

Rights you bleed for, the proclamation red
2 steps ahead or they're chopping your legs
To be a trickster or cheat, covered in bells
Somebodies dinner to eat, lame hand of cards held
Trying to master the craft, but the master fits your outfit
Outcast misfits to the edge of rift
Till you got no ground to leverage with
Cast shadows that you'll never outlive, dwelling vestiges
Behind the looking glass, of the lavish and elite
Reading sermons like fashionable critiques
Wax lyrical to wane, dispassionate pleas
Collateral to recede, casted beneath the glass that they see
Strange trees to upholster the malice in the shade
Where the arteries squeeze beneath the callous face
Soldiers of foul slurs, the brigade
To await the clay of this old palace to decay
When you missed your ship, and all you can harbor's a grudge
Snow in the hair, coldness of years, a heart of frost
In the god that we trust, waiting as harvest of husks
Garbage atop the gardens, in our prophets we lost
Can age wise or bitter, sage or leper, snake or shepard
Live another day to snuff a brother we cross
Souls that left early from shoes too small
Given a mile with every inch to walk since they crawled

They say the good die young, the lesser rise
Their warm stare petrified for those left behind
They say the good die young