The trumpets shred This actor’s dead Bang bang goes the showstopper What kind of play Is this you say I have got myself into Don’t know my line Don’t know my crime I’m only playing for an angry critic I‘m breaking down You take it all No one around To watch you crawl As I’m breaking down And you take the fall But when I come around It’s gonna be you who’s down Everybody’s running Critic keeps gunning This whole place is empty My acting’s witless My voice has glitches My limbs are changing color I see the cold Sun’s pissing snow I‘m wearing close to zero I‘m breaking down You take it all No one around To watch you crawl As I’m breaking down And you take the fall But when I come around It’s gonna be you who’s down Am I Going Am I Going Crazy.