Never lied to you

Never told the truth

Only ever suggested

Never made it a job

I was far too enthralled

To make the connection

With one wrinkled face

Staring at my lonely place onstage

As I hit the right inflection

Between desperate and alone

Delusional and in the zone

Untaught living your lesson

Dualistic identity

Off-key and heavenly

Frail body undressing

Will you remember my name?

Will your mind be the same?

After our 45-minute session

Chorus:

Loyal to the final hour

Offering a burning flower

From my charred human hand

Summoning my mystic power

Dressed in black like a priestly prowler

Willing myself from obscurity

Up, to this microphone stand

Clenched jaw

Fearing the claw

Nullifying dexterity

The chord must be changed

Another naked melody named

Attempted profitability

Take a seat after the set

Response about what I expect

For an expression of honesty

The next singer comes up

Crystalline scraping dust

From the face of a recycled homily

Kid’s the real deal

Half-punk half-doomed romantic zeal

Doesn’t waste time on profundity

I stare closer at the untapped talent

Anonymous and utterly gallant

Become convinced I’m looking at me