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Is this only entertainment? Pull the curtains, places please. We learned to sing and dance and cry on cue. But this is more than entertainment in a world so sick with pain. This is the only thing that’s real or true.
Come on, come on the new sensation: guarantees, then obligations. Spotlights follow every single move. Basking here on ten foot stages, pouty lips and oh so jaded. All as if we have something to prove.
All we are, is entertainment, caught up in our own derangement. Tell us what to say and what to do. All we are are pretty faces, picture perfect bottled rage, packaged synthesized versions of you.
We are the children you reject and disregard. These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts. You can’t disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood. We don’t disappear just because your eyes are shut.
A hero of war, is that what they see? Just medals and scars, so damn proud of me. And I brought home that flag, now it gathers dust. But it's the flag that I love. It's the only flag I trust.
When cries for help go unanswered and signal fires just burn and burn. We wonder if we’re waiting here for nothing. 'Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled with the constant drone of the unfulfilled, but we’ll never fall, if we stand for something. We stand for something.
And I can't tell if you're laughing. Between each smile there's a tear in your eye. There's a train leaving town in an hour. It's not waiting for you, and neither am I.
That's when she said: "I don't hate you boy, I just wanna save you while there's still something left to save." That's when I told her: "I love you girl, but I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have."
I've been here so long. I think it’s time to move. The winters so cold. The summers over to soon. Let’s pack our bags. And settle down where palm trees grow.
What we are, is the sum of one thousand lies. What we are, is almost nothing at all. But we are what we are until the day we die, or until we don't have the strength to go on.