Go ahead, look me in the eye, I'm not the one who should be scared, let's watch a feature presentation, yeah

I used to hide, I used to duck, I used to live in fear, now I just stare right back and watch the pretty veneer

Cracking spider web in seconds, revealing the design of the selfish little engine that you call a hardened mind

You ask me how my day is going, with a smile so wide and fake, while your thoughts are screaming about the promotion you want to take

From the guy beside you, it's a joke, this whole charade you play, I'm the only one in the audience who sees the whole damn play

So I'll smile back and say I'm good with the sarcasm they can't place, while I watch the B-roll of the rot that's hiding hydrophate

Oh, I see you, yeah, the uncut version you don't show, the greedy grubby fingers kneading all your precious dough

It's not a curse, it's just a bore, this front row ticket I own to see the same old monster sitting on a different throne

So I'll just watch the movie, honey, I already know the end

You're not a hero or a villain, you're just really good at pretend

I walk through crowds like a critic at a festival of trash, every handshake is a plot point, every glance a camera flash

That illuminates the backstory, the envy and the lust, the paper-thin foundations of your loyalty and trust

The other day a suit asked me for directions, looking lost, his mind was calculating what my watch and sneakers cost

I pointed him the wrong way, with a grin he couldn't read, it's the little things that satisfy my misanthropic need

I'm not surprised anymore, not shocked, just unimpressed by the sheer banality of every darkness I digest

Oh, I see you, yeah, the uncut version you don't show, the greedy grubby fingers kneading all your precious dough

It's not a curse, it's just a bore, this front row ticket I own to see the same old monster sitting on a different throne

So I'll just watch the movie, honey, I already know the end

You're not a hero or a villain, you're just really good at pretend

The horror's gone, the shock has faded, now it's just a drone, a catalogue of petty sins I'm forced to watch alone

I used to think this power made me special, gave me sight, now I see it just reveals the universal boring night

There's no great evil, no grand plan, just termites in the wood, a world of selfish, frightened people

All misunderstood because they lie so much they don't know where the truth begins

This isn't hell, it's just a theatre playing reruns of our sins

So yeah, keep smiling, tell your jokes, play your part

I've already seen the credits roll on your pathetic heart

Same script, different actor

Yon, who's next

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