The scene is built, the boys no longer haul.
A 4th wall stands before us, invisible to all.
My heart is racing, it skips a beat in fright.
A stranger looks back, in the mirror tonight.
Hushed murmurs and whispers fade away.
The lights go down, as night becomes day.
To the familiar spike, I slowly take my place.
Caught on film, a thousand flashes to façe.
I can't see you, but my heart and soul I bare.
We are making history...but I no longer care.