Final Act

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Final Act

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[Hook] Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving [Verse 1] All eyes on me, performing in irony In more ways than one, mouth move when it shouldn't I'll do my shuffle for the acceptance of those Who think my mouth should stay closed I tried but it couldn't possibly be soft spoken Imagine me speaking to you with a message you haven't heard in six years Battered and beaten by those retreating when I break from the norm I perform differently than my peers I backing up my eyes to hide the surprise The hurt of rejection infectious since I learned The oneness of speech reach to the ones who surround This time I need a resistance and kick when I'm down Clutching at my inside, screaming at the top of my lungs They step on my fingers as I crash the ones of my life Laughing at the off-the-wall performance i.e. my agony Dragging me down to where I stoop from them A giant surrounded by dwarves in a circle But I'm far from my people yet my head spins And I'm choking on wood and phlegm, until it's something called silence That I refuse to give up for my performance Gaining in glares and disrespect from the others And now it's killing me literally Because I fell in the routine of my brothers, from henceforth This'll never happen again, I [?] To see the evil never ends [Bridge] Realizing the consequences of my actions My blood stains on the ground spell out disgrace My time for my set has been cut to a fraction As I ride the [?] underground, I see a grin on every face Realizing the consequences of my actions My blood stains on the ground spell out disgrace My time for my set has been cut to a fraction As I ride the [?] underground, I see a grin on every face [Hook] Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving [Verse 2] What is it exactly you're laughing at, I'm dying here Not lying, wishing I could express how I feel This is my worst performance ever it appears A healthy helping of remorse shall be my last meal I see acceptance bears a heavy burden For me it's all for nothing, I refuse to make a noise to them They never understood me before Now I'm here on the floor realizing I conformed to be condemned I'm savoring my moment of a cross-pause? If I was standing, I would take a bow, wave and dry But instead I'm searching for a savior And going back and forth in my head if I would break my silence or die I have [?] in my hand but on the other This should be the final act, I should go for broke Or should I? Why would I when I've dismissed the audience And always viewed their opinion as nothing but a joke This is why the situation, my suit is ruined and I'm losing their attention What's my motivation? Silence is golden so the saying goes And my life slips away as my ego receives inflation [Bridge] Realizing the consequences of my actions My blood stains on the ground spell out disgrace My time for my set has been cut to a fraction As I ride the [?] underground, I see a grin on every face Realizing the consequences of my actions My blood stains on the ground spell out disgrace My time for my set has been cut to a fraction As I ride the [?] underground, I see a grin on every face [Hook] Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving [Verse 3] The curtain dropping, vision blurred, absurd To move my mouth, I've never had a turn-out such as this I've used my last bit of strength to roll over And cover the disgrace on the ground that I need them to miss I'm a starving artist, stuffed with attention That I paid the price for, I refuse to discussion my salary with you I changed for you, now I'm expecting some spare change from you [Hook] Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving Slipping, watching, talking, leaving

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  • Alias (anticon.)