15 Min Flame - Poets Of The Fall

The reaper’s kneeling at your field taking in what you’ve sown

Can’t help feeling apprehension

No point in waiting, for a rating for what you have grown

Look for liquid consolation

If I act accordingly will it save my humanity

You’re either you or a loyalty disowned

Well excuse me

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame

A name to last for all eternity

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions

When love alone is enough to set you free

No escaping though you’re running, you cannot find home

Drowning in your desperation

Conviction seems to follow accusations alone

No place here for an easy redemption

If I lack your tears of joy, please forgive my heartless ploy

Said the fool to his majesty dethroned

Now excuse me

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame

To name a love to last through all your infamy

Who was it who wanted ingratiation in their definitions

When name alone can jail eternally

Who was it who wanted every sec of the flame

Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame of fame

A name to last for all eternity

Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions

When love alone is enough to set you free