So much to find, so little time, the path to make straight and the mountains to climb. Each thought like a shot, rings out in the night, is a pain to be borne in quiet respite.
Ring the hours, fall like flowers. Jump the gun, but don't run or your find that the hurt is more then you can bear.
Stand tall before you fall, last the slightest breeze move you from the point where you stand, to look straight and away while the daylight is lasting.
Shout out loud, burn the clouds with pillars of blue fire, that fall like a titan when the destruction is over.
Did I say "Oh, good day" why the hell should you try to carry me over shards of coloured glass under technicolor tightrope-wire.
There a door, don't be sore, why don't you go inside to look around, don't be found, they are starting to rehearse.
Lights are dim, songs within are catching your ears and the sound can't be found because it's somewhere or other.
Don't be alarmed, that's the charm. It's just an illusion.
It's a play so they say, and the script has been lost, in some place, far away where movies are silent.
Go away did you say? it's too late for that now!
It's game, just a game, so you might as well play it! Today! Go your way, or get into line now! But don't say that we didn't try and warn you!
Life is a stage, take your rage, the curtain is calling your name.
Take your place, paint your face and put on your costume.
Colour's poor? Don't be sore, it's quite disappointing, that you, won't go through.
At least that's what they tell me.
One more day, you must stay, there are no understudies.
Take a bow, don't know how? It really doesn't matter.
The applause are like claws, and will tear you wide open.
Music starts, beating hearts are desperately pounding.
Now, dance for me! DANCE FOR ME!
Until you drop dead and the curtain has fallen...