The Spectacle

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