Pretty Lives - John Wesley, Mark Prator, Tracy LaBarbera

We are the center of a spectacle

We are the focus of our own lies

Tread the well worn path to respectable

Abusing the promise of our pretty lives

We so often thought ourselves invincible

We’d drink and laugh and challenge the very gods in the sky

Now we become invisible

Carry the ashes of our pretty lives

These are the moments that make up our pretty lives

These are desires that keep us down

Desperate and drowning in all but the candles we light

These are the wishes to never be found

These are wishes we never should have found

There was a time we were invincible

Holes in the armour come from our own knives

Punch drunk, we stagger in the firelight of principle

And gather the ashes of our pretty lives