Now I'm sure that you're just as surprised As the rest of us at your antics tonight. Now come on, pick yourself off the floor And practice your backstory
everything you wanted it to be? Restless audience. Audience, or lack thereof Tonight's the night I show you what you're made of When all your heroes die
those bastards fashioned you those concrete shoes With you not broken means it's only falling apart Don't hand me the smoke and blindfold. Now it's gone too
She's been known to influence from underneath the bleachers She seems the type who takes it all off for the singers This perfect train wreck burns dreams
I pray for all the strength you lack. I can't accept the knowledge that my model is imperfect You promised never to be numb I was staving and you fed