"Mistakes Artists Make (The Dream Is Dead)" lyrics

Rejection from ourselves
Will only lead to reflection in the peace and quiet
The sooner we quit trying to find the sound
The sooner we'll find ourselves instead

Suffering the pains taken
Dwelling in the pain of creation
For the artist's mistakes stare him in the face
For years after they're made

To love music more than life itself
Is such a waste of life and love and hell
Modern desires to create
Euphoric misery we make for ourselves

For modern music is self-indulgent
We have always done it for ourselves
For it is not a matter of life and death
But life only and itself

To live is to light a torch
And carry it as far as you can go
Before the winds blow so hard
The flame goes out as you fall crashing down to the snow
Knowing at least that when you fail
Someone could relight that torch
And carry it the rest of the way someday
In honor of you and who you were to them

It's never too late to admit you were wrong
It's never to late to admit what you need
Beautiful to have come and beautiful to see
But also beautiful to leave

To anyone who ever said
"You'll never work in this town again"
There is nothing more you can take from us now
This is the end, my friend

The dream is dead (The dream is dead)
The scene is dead (The scene is dead)
The dream is dead (Long live the dream)
The dream is dead