this dance is the same one as before,
and before and before and before,
nothing new, the audience has long left,
bored.

still, even with empty rows,
empty seats,
im pulled along, god's perfect, tragic puppet,
ive memorised the moves,
i could do them on my own,
but never have i been released from the strings.

the song is sorrowful,
but it comes from my own mouth,
cracked tones, a bittersweet lament,
i cannot sing anymore. please don't make me sing again.

reset the stage. we start again.