Curtain Call

I died this morning when I sat down at this desk

I go along with your puppetry but Im blank and statuesque

This so called Life I live is no life at all

I'm about two decades too late for my curtain call

 

When the passion burns more than the pain

when the chacos becomes your mind's new sane

when music's the only thing pumping blood to your veins

Dont look back just take the plunge

 

I need a bass that'll consume my body soul and mind

I want a melody that will take me away and leave the rest behind

Shoot me up with a rhythm let me soak it in like a sponge

I dont want to look back I'm ready to take the plung

 

Give me my stage my time is now, or let me take my final bow

Give me my stage my time is now, or let me take my final bow

Give me my stage my time is now, or let me take my final bow

 

When the passion burns more than the pain

when the chacos becomes your mind's new sane

when music's the only thing pumping blood to your veins

Dont look back just take the plunge