Music by Scott Martin and Mike Adams
Words by Scott Martin
I know the script
I've memorized my lines
I play the part
I sleepwalk with open eyes
Pretending that I believe what I know in fact are lies
I 'm on the stage
Standing in the spotlight
I hide my rage
But I won't give up without a fight
I’ve got to make you believe that you’re so wrong and I’m so right
There’s a smile on my face as I’m selling you lies
Is the mask that I wear leaving you hypnotized?
Here's a shoulder to cry on, my heart’s on a sleeve
The show has begun so suspend your disbelief
So here we stand
Marionettes on our strings
Waiting for the show to end but
The fat lady never sings
She just juggles chain saws while she's laughing in the wings