Selfless living has yet again taken its toll.
See your face on a million walls in the world.
They all see success, but no one really knows
How much of your heartache you fit in these songs.

In your void of a mind and the current of time
Rebellious standpoints depicted in rhyme–
They touch every one of the world’s tortured souls,
But a human could only play so many shows.

You live on a roll and your life is so fast,
You feel that your energy ceases to last.
Every day on the road and there is no escape,
Waking up having utterly lost count of days.

A thousand of faces and names every night,
Consuming your youth in the gleam of stage lights.
Forget about solitude, this is your fate,
It’s the price that you pay for your gift to create.

There’s no one to talk to, nobody to blame,
There’s nothing they know of beyond your big name.
They don’t want to hear platitudes or barren words.
They despise every way of projecting their thoughts.

One who doesn’t perform simply won’t comprehend
The challenge of being the face of a band.
A prisoner of fortune, a pawn of the stage.
Your motives unfold from your innermost rage.

Each chord is a story, each lyric ignites.
A chapter each listener will recognize.
And behind the facade you put up at your shows,
A jaded heart beats, with its joys and its woes.

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