Nightingale - 27 (Curse Or Coincidence?) lyrics

Someone said he gave his soul To the king of where hell fires burn And he got the blues in return A crossroad midnight rendezvous For a slice of the fortune and fame But sadly it all stayed the same A street corner serenade Spread with the wind to an enchanted crowd With merciful hearts Some people thought otherwise And jealousy arose and venomous alcohol Was drunken in rage He slowly decays, the poison dilutes the soul Bringing him closer to the end Unaware of the legacy he's leaving behind And what a legend that he will become Is it a curse or just a conincidence That after twenty seven years All of his dreams would be taken away But his spirit lives on to this day His rivals said "He had it all" Mastery out of this world Destined to redefine art Knew how to kiss the sky He was bolder than love Spellbound the third stone from the sun Up from the skies to the top of the world Enjoying the stardom in every possible way The wind cries "change" The curse of the genious dragging him Down into the dark Where no one can follow or pull you away A bright burning star is led astray Into his own purple haze The wine and the sedatives Unite in the poison of demise And a night in September His bleeding heart drowned Now it's his turn to ride with the wind Like he came out of nowhere Shot to fame overnight Changed the limelight from colour to grey Leader of the sonic revolution Plagued with pain and depression A man at war with himself Didn't like what his world had become Slowly consumed by the darkness inside Lost and falling apart He found the remedy at the barrel of a gun And as he had written: "It's better to burn out than to fade away"