How does it feel?
To live through forced perspectives
Trading cartwheels
For green rooms with the reckless

Older than most
Surrounded by ignorance
This is cut throat
Boogie lights could pay the rent

We’re all just child actors
We don’t know what we’re after
Smart enough to draw the line
Powerless on the decline

Flying blind above the scene
Plastic friends and figurines

Following screams
The mazda or the benz
Fifteen minutes of fame
Is this how the story ends?

A studio slave
Just a hinge on a door
One foot in the grave
I never was a man of war

We’re all just child actors
We don’t know what we’re after
Smart enough to draw the line
Powerless on the decline