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.