Yeah, why not, maybe, who knows
Dialect of a theatre taking pride in no shows
A city always sleeping on a pillow of doubt
A culture resoundingly whispering I'm out
Everyone's a fake, and so am I
Everyone's a fake, we're all telling lies
Nothing is real, personality's dead
Humanity's taken a bullet to the head
A common tone with Ancient Rome
Set to fall when the family is home
The pillars of society are crumbling
The cries of the people, it sounds like singing