Being seen through a halo
Can alter the view
As much as the frame of the Gates
And a tall pedestal
Can be colder than Hell
Not fun to be on when it shakes
I'd rather be seen
With all of my flaws
Layed bare to the eye and the soul
Then try to pretend to be devil or saint
When the trumpet has played out the call
There are those who would warn be
That I am emperiled
To toast, or to dine with the damned
And others who swear, that the kindness I show
Will have me with lion and lamb
It's neither approach that I relish, just now
And I'd rather just leave it to chance
For living in Now is quite hard enough
Without worrying who gets the next dance