Curtain comes down, confession begins
Not all of them made it so I'm glad some stayed
'till the end
To see a self righteous young man
Turn parody
But nothing's more uplifting than to finally admit 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
Parables and methods for coping
Effective as protest unspoken

Praise gone, money spent
Just a kid wondering where his dad went
Old man, life spent
Carving a legacy, ain't made a dent

"Thirty-three was so complex,"
Screamed the singer from the crucifix
Well, it was me down on bended knees
Praying to a God 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 my vanity?
Praise gone, money spent
Just a kid wondering where his dad went
Old man, life spent
Carving a legacy ain't made a dent

How can it be maintained?
The way I make my living is driving me insane
It's a 21st century irony
Where everything you ever hoped for in life fills you with anxiety

Praise gone, money spent
Just a kid wondering where his dad went
Old man, life spent
Carving a legacy ain't made a
Dent

Rapt attention
Turns malaise
I accept it
I remain unaffected by the changing days
I'm not ungrateful, I cherish the time we spent
When the day comes to say goodbye
Please understand, this is why

Praise gone, money spent
Just a kid wondering where his dad went
Old man, life spent
Carving a legacy never making a dent