Puddingsbane

All my friends have been crucified, they made life a long suicide true. Guess we never figured out the rules. But I'm still alive and my fingers feel, I'm gonna play on till the final reel's through and read the credits from a different view. Where's the lights, turn them on again. One more night to believe and then Another note for my requiem, a memory to carry on. The story's over when the crowds are gone.