Tiny Vipers
The Book
After the crowd has gone awayAfter the show is overEven after we'd been waiting so longAt the edge of our seatsSee all the names go trickling down the screenThey all seem so much more importantThey are all projected one hundred timesThe size of a fistOverwhelming, it seems so much brighterI could wash my own mind out with itSpecial effects and technicoloursAnd mind the dotted lines as they rip out my ticket stubsI swear that I will become much more brighter than I wasI'll crack and open up a passion deep enoughI swear that I will become better or I'll die tryingI will die tryingI will die tryingAnd suddenly I'm shaken by the urge to silence my intent And slip away I'm actually down and past the counter, exit selfAnd yes I swear if I lose my control I'm done with every townAnd I'm scared shitless of getting old and losing my money to the communistsThis is why we are not realAnd this is why we are not realThis is why we are not realAnd this is why we are not real
From Letras Mania