I know they offered you a stage where you can speak
But as they listen on, your voice is growing weak
Now you're an actor and they say you're going far
But pretty soon we all are stuck down by the stars
Look to the iris of your lover's eye
Another shade to paint your empty sky
Its just a beautiful disguise
Another place to hide
A bloody footprint left on Aphrodite's face
But don't you know you've got your plot at Pere Lachaise
Deep in your nihilistic vanity you'll find
No one to waste on you their love or precious time
