2I'm pretty sure I missed my entrance
But from the number of people in the stands
It looks like we haven't even started
Maybe I hit my head against the wall too many times
I knew I should have stopped when blood started slithering down the bricks
But it looks like someone's been in and they've cleaned up the mess
It was my try but I think I destroyed it
I can't even remember what I did to deserve this
Make sure the bathrooms have soap because there's dirt on my hands
That I can't seem to get off
Slamming a pit can be painful if not done correctly
Don't even think about shining that into my eyes
I'm pretty sure I can help myself up
Spin around until you collapse and lay spitting on the floor
Someone please look up the word 'yesterday' in the dictionary
I can't seem to remember what it means
Maybe it'll give me a clue to when I am
Our progeny is screwed up in the head but we don't care as long as we're still alive
I seem to have misplaced my script
Maybe I left it at home on the couch next to the can full of empty bottles
I've messed up this time
We try to be different but we're the same as always
I need to get out of here
The people in the stands are glittering too much
Diamonds and jewelry hurt my eyes against the stage lights
I feel money pass around the stands like covert shadows
Someone crack a window
The players are suffocating in this stuffed up heap of dust and galore
If you breathe hard enough
You can taste the stench of jealousy floating around backstage
They think they know what they're talking about
Same as we know what we're listening too
But sooner or later we're on the floor sleeping like children
While stiffed necked men and their wives watch us humiliate ourselves under the curtain
Think they're wild but really they're tame as a summer breeze
While we're the ones who are screaming our guts out in the wings
You thought right if you know that the audience won't be able to handle
The show we're about to put on for them
Maybe they've never seen spilled blood before
Maybe they didn't realize that we're beastly savages who can handle what they can't
I can't think of any other reason why they would be screaming
Like we've just ripped off their pretentious masks
We steal shadows as they abandon all pretenses and leave the arena
Shattering windows with their shrill voices as they go
Maybe I should quit this business
I'm really not sure that acting is my style
But you underestimated yourself by coming here and running when we told you
That what you saw was life
A/N: For the record, I had no idea where that came from.
Actually I do. I just don't feel like explaining.
HARDCORE FOREVER.