The Book

After the crowd has gone away
After the show is over
Even after we'd been waiting so long
At the edge of our seats

See all the names go trickling down the screen
They all seem so much more important
They are all projected one hundred times
The size of a fist

Overwhelming, it seems so much brighter
I could wash my own mind out with it
Special effects and technicolours

And mind the dotted lines as they rip out my ticket stubs
I swear that I will become much more brighter than I was
I'll crack and open up a passion deep enough
I swear that I will become better or I'll die trying
I will die trying
I will die trying

And suddenly I'm shaken by the
Urge to silence my intent
And slip away I'm actually down
And past the counter, exit self
And yes I swear if I lose my control
I'm done with every town
And I'm scared shitless of getting old and losing
My money to the communists

This is why we are not real
And this is why we are not real
This is why we are not real
And this is why we are not real