Lyrics

And the kid walks up to the stage With his innocence shining Eager to join the parade of the damned Bearing his confidence lightly Wearing his heart on his sleeve Shares out his passion twice nightly And he begs us to cast and believe The kid's quickly turning the page While the juices are flowing No assurance he gave worth a damn Playing the room like a trouper Maybe it's gone to his head Fame takes him up as a suitor... The kid gladly climbs in her bed Call it a Faustian deal But the demons that chase him are real enough The kid at the front of the stage gathers all the attention Help that he hired has been paid off in full Sweeps up the laurels and plaudits It seems they're no more than his due A price will be paid in the audit But the kid never thought such things through The kid's terrified of the stage With his innocence tarnished Buries himself in ahazy half-life Fame's a vindictive and unyielding lover... Hiding away on his own The kid's not the first to discover Applause can't sustain you alone Call it a Faustian deal But the demons that chase him are real enough Everything he touched is broken Everything is damned And he's running away from the stage Just as fast as he can