Another obituary in the paper today
One more for the list of those already fallen
Another of of our comrades is taken down
Like so many others of our calling

We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary
Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute
While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell
He's no longer able to deny or refute

Fifty-thousand voices rising every time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him

How well I remember the stadiums we played
Under lights sweeping across a sea of fifty-thousand souls we'd face
A serious drug you could never kick
Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace

We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine
Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat
But really, what did any of it mean?
When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat

Fifty-thousand voices rising every time he'd sing
And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him
Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they only fade away

Reflecting now on my own past
Inside this prison I've made of myself
I'm feeling a little better today
Although the bathroom mirror's telling me something else

These lines of stress, one bloodshot eye
The unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost
Where did I put my spectacle case?
I'm half blind, as deaf as any post

Fifty-thousand hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me
We create the gods we can and gift them immortality
Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays
Rock stars don't ever die, they only fade away Writer/s: Dominic James Miller, Gordon Matthew Sumner, Josh Freese, Lyle Dean Workman Jr
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Wixen Music Publishing
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