The “Thirteen-Light” Interlude

Oh what a decision
We've chosen a division
Striking poses like depictions
Pictures of Old Kingdom Egyptians

Are we too old to be musicians?
Are we too known to be forgiven?
Are we too grown to break tradition?
(Fishnets and heels at her cotillions)
Are we too gold to be imprisoned?
Are we too like the opposition?
Are we too right to switch positions?
Are we too bright for these magicians?
Are we too dark for definitions?
(Electric fines run in their millions)
Am I too calm for you to listen?
Are we too blind for exhibitions?
Are we designed for our morticians?
Are we assigned to have ambition?
Are we alive as an audition?

When will we find the competition?
When will we find the great physicians?
When will lose our inhibitions?

(When we run rife as apparitions
Transcending life that we've been living) (x4)