Seedless Star

You know the line
 Slivers of heaven
 Hanging in the breeze like a guillotine
 Starved for attention
 Nothing would materialize
 No spell, no solstice
 Either behind bars or you're tending to the blast furnace
 I would never relieve the pressure even if I could
 Keeps the senses razor sharp
 And does the-
 Does the body good
 "You'll be living off candlelight"
 Said the main circuit
 And the labored pangs of the acid rain
 Kept me stirring
 I would never relieve the pressure even if I tried
 Lost dogs, leap years, all idling by
 I was staring through a dull lens
 Looking for the edge of the frame
 I can't see it following a disillusion
 Right up to the end of the page
 Takes the drive right out of me
 Always tying up a loose end
 Waiting for the trumpets to call
 I can't hear 'em
 I was dreaming about cold fusion
 Listening to the conditioned air
 Picking up what's barely there
 I was staring through a dull lens
 Looking for the edge of the frame
 I can't see it following a disillusion
 Right up to the end of the page...