It's a silver screen
This head upon my shoulders
Putting things in order
Counting out the frames

Of a movie in slo mo
A cartoon chase, a train wreck
Tie me to the rail tracks
I'm sticking out my neck

Certain people
Hook me
Drag me down while
Other
People
Pierce my mind

But that argument's so old
It's become a classic
Black and white and cracking
Chaplin, Keaton... Old

Let's not
Do this
There's no win for you and I
There's just
Breakdown
Sleepless Nights

We've seen
This film before
We wrote the screenplay
Know what's in store
Final scenes will play out
The way they were supposed to be
Directed by me

Camera tracks away
Pans into a sunset
Audience to exit
Credits fade to black

Keep your
Temper
Game's up
As it's always been
Hollow
Victories
Taste like tin