My world is a stage
And you are all just props.
But there will be no applause
When it halts to a stop.
There is no you, there is only me
There is no audience, there is only me.
And when I drop and fall to my knees
The only one there to pick me up...
Is me.
Everything I have ever come to know
Was all just in my mind
And so when I die, you are all coming with me.
Nothing to do now, but wait,
Until I can turn to myself and say,
I'm ready.
