Phantomime

Smooth the cracks and blot the flaws In blue and black, doll-up the corpse Dream figurine onto the stage Grotesque to the test Paint the paint, sit and watch it set On a face that will never again see the day There's horror, horror, horror, horror in your design Pantomime, pantomime I can see the strings And the signs of the thing you've become I'm starting to feel That there's really nothing to reveal Give the lie to your disguise Cloak the dagger, camera-shy Covеr up the cover-up and deny Turn thе lights off to dance Shield your eyes Play nice and wash your hands Of the father, the son and all the rest of the gang They're monsters, monsters, monsters, monsters in your eyes Pantomime, pantomime I can see the strings And the signs of the thing you've become Nothing to conceal Nothing that's really that real Mask your mask and walk the boards Only hacks should bask in forced applause Friends pretend watching from the gods Trash the plastic full of void Smash the cast and lash all of the toys With the voice of the angel of the odd As fear, fear, fear, fear clouds your mind Pantomime, pantomime I can see the strings And the signs of the thing you've become Pantomime