Testo
Just yesterday I burned my hand on my sadness
But I'm going back inside
I'll dress the wound
These kinds of things make me sick
You should not listen to this
If you know what's good, what's good for you
Just leave your words at the door
And find another place to hide
You should have nothing to do with me
You should have nothing to do with me
If there ever was a time when discretion was needed
It was yesterday when the curtain fell
And covered the acts of those whose play-acting
Cost more than the price on the ticket
As if it were necessary for them
To be here in the first place
After all, we are watching the spectacle
After all, we are watching the spectacle
After all, we are watching the spectacle
After all, we are watching the spectacle