the whole world is watching
when I’m strangled and haunted
when I’m lost and forgotten
and the why is a long story short
it’s “the ten thousand stories”
about losing and failing
when we’re bruised and we are broken
and the distance is just an illusion
how many times did I swear
that this will never be the same again

the last lights are fading
like these fake plastic smiles
burn the actors like witches
and set the stage on fire

but it’s like in the movies
the old ones in white, black and grey
and the cameras are hurting
when the last scene is done
while a boring story is played again
the day the due is paid
their dreams drown in pouring Champaign

what a wonderful illusion
we will burn it down
oh so dangerous
we will burn you down

the last curtain falls
the crowd is cheering
the rats are leaving
and the shiny star lives forever