15 Min Flame Poets of the Fall

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Who was it who wanted every sec of the fifteen minute flame
Of fame, name to last for all eternity
Who was it who wanted ingratiation beyond definitions
When love alone is enough to set you free

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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