Play the show to its end,
it’s all we have to do.
Keep the masks on to hide
what we’re feeling inside.
It’s not me that is playing, it’s not you.
The audience is waiting
for another drama play.
They like the blood to flow
and teary eyes to glow.
It’s their world my love, it’s their way.
So play for me a murderer
and I will be your fool.
Let’s show them how it’s done
until their need is gone.
To gain we must suffer, it’s the rule.
For they live through the theatre
and need to know it’s real,
so play this well and get a boon.
Oh, hush love, it’s over soon.
Death’s our final pay, that’s the deal.
