Anticipation hangs high in this hall
Every eye in the house is looking for me
Hiding in the wings, i don't yet care to be seen
By this mass of fools who blind themselves to the truth
(Hush hush hush)
The curtains are drawn and my work is set to begin
Oh, conductor just read the sheets
Just start the show already
There's no need for that nervous glance
You're not responsible for what you unleash
It's my music, so don't give looks of disgust!
It's not like you're any closer to reality
It's not like you can say what inspired me
It's not like you have heard what i have heard
It's not like you have seen what i have seen
Please return to your seats
The composer should like to take a bow
Fleeing at the sight of his drawn face
Is really in the poorest of taste
