After the crowd has gone away After the show is over Even after we'd been waiting so long At the edge of our seats
See all the names go trickling down the screen They all seem so much more important They are all projected one hundred times The size of a fist
Overwhelming, it seems so much brighter I could wash my own mind out with it Special effects and technicolours
And mind the dotted lines as they rip out my ticket stubs I swear that I will become much more brighter than I was I'll crack and open up a passion deep enough I swear that I will become better or I'll die trying I will die trying I will die trying
And suddenly I'm shaken by the urge to silence my intent And slip away I'm actually down and past the counter, exit self And yes I swear if I lose my control I'm done with every town And I'm scared shitless of getting old and losing my money to the communists
This is why we are not real And this is why we are not real This is why we are not real And this is why we are not real