Falling shards of shattered stars br Cutting through fingers, as they grasp br For a shinning moment, to be like you br On a downward spiral from fame you fall br br Having lived the dreams, we can't attain br As we try to catch 15 minutes of fame br If for a moment, we could be like you br Just for 15 minutes, we would feel your pain br br Under the lights of the paparazzi br br Sweet abounding guilt br Buried, fragmented, heartless br Pieces of loves memories br Laid broken br With unconscious sex br br Depicted in magazines br With captions presumed br For the 15 minute masses br In bulk we consume br In conscious we vex br br Through the intrusive eye of the paparazzi br br Is it worth the agony? br To live unfree for all too see br Chronicled in tabloid br You can't avoid br The inqusition of the 15 minute massesbr br Marcus McKinleybr br