That's Entertainment
cut it, don't look back
don't look down
what are you doing?
the camera's eye is spinning involuntarily
but it's not aimed at you
don't get smug
you'll forget your lines
and your actions seem forced
don't think, act
that's what you're paid to do
look pretty and give a convincing mirage or two
you've repeated it over, verbatim
but now the words just won't come
don't say them, become them
put your body into them
don't muster up the truth
the lies will become you
that's entertainment
the rules are unwritten
but spoken in complete horror if forgotten
riding a wave that must come to a halt
you'll never work this business again
fake it, sell it, mold it
whatever you're feeling, feel something else
bury the burden, bury the hatchet
reach into the open with a smile and a nod
"everything's okay"
oh pretty marionette
lest we forget our lines
don't put on the regrets
but sell it, fake it, mold it
curtain call, lights flash off
the limelight lands on a bare stage
get ready for a brand new story
one where the ending doesn't quite outrank the beginning
that's entertainment
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