tired and beat

The gold of Hollywood is coming down
They’ve lost the shield, sword and crown
From San Francisco to Boston is lost
             Life is coming on
             Life is being lost
High on life people trying to fake it
We can see through all the smoke and mirrors
Yet still enticed by the glitter
             Fakers looking pretty
             Fakers die alone
The fall of this house will be the greatest
We’ll watch it from afar and cry
All of our drams collapse unrealized
             Dreams of a new future
             Dreams ended and past