Theatre Song

I watched the protagonists stumble across
The field of bright diamonds and hills of white moss
They came to the chapel, unitin' as one
On the shadowy mountain they'd lighted upon
But all their temptations were listed and learned
When you kissed the light and your lips slowly burned
When you swore the sky had dissolved, and the rain
Had run down your cape
To your silver-handled cane

Who cracked this world on the edge of his cup?
Who split it asunder and opened it up?
Whose silence is simply a stain of conceit
That carries him constantly, high and elite?
All right, so you stand with your head in the smoke
Supported like destiny, hungry and broke
It's what you expect and it's what you deserve
From all of your servants
And those you're called to serve

Remember the tallow you burned in the night
That only attracted a moth to the light
And the strength from your muscles that ebbed by the hour
That sank in the mud of abuse of their power?
Well, somethin' was left by the stump of the tree
You blasted by lightnin', a shadow of me
The script had been changed, the comedy too
The scenery was altered
The tragedy was you

Now colour your picture where the numbers dictate
Keep an eye to the future that settles your fate
See you fill in the spaces between every shred
Of remainin' ideas on which you have been fed
But don't plead for bandage to cover the hint
Of the trace of your life that you smeared on the lint
For you know as you stand centre-stage in the light
That again you will travel this path
Tomorrow night