You claim you touched the stolen fire

As if the gods would grant desire

You claim you've read the fire's signs

But none soars on your flames through endless nights

I've seen the truth right before your eyes

Waving at shades and pretend to rise

But all one sees is the vain build of your plea to stand among the wise

Lesson wrapped in grace

Burns on seeking place

What can you devise

When all your flames cease to mind?

We're done hearing you cry

The era's done

Done with your cries

With your advice

Yet still you strive to pass for wise

Lesson wrapped in grace

Burns on seeking place

What can you devise

When all your flames cease to mind?

Get out, get out

The embers rise, the sparks remain

Get out, get out

They scorn your schemes, deride your pain

Get out, get out

For all your words are thin disguise

Get out, get out

Here you will never pass for wise

We are done hearing you cry

The era's done

Done with your cries

With your advice

Yet still you strive to pass for wise

Lesson wrapped in grace

Burns on seeking place

What can you devise

When all your flames cease to mind?

Get out, get out

For all your words are thin disguise

Get out, get out

Here you will never pass for wise