Repeat
Gaze at the vacuum and imagine
The scene recreating itself
You're the scriptwriter, producer, cast, director and star
But the audience does not laugh
Nor gape in horror
Nor shed a bloody tear
Nor show any emotion at all
As if they're not there
Repeat
It's time for a rewrite
But the scripts all end up the same
The flimcrew simply does not change
Nor do the results
Repeat
It's time for a crazy stunt
More action
More tears
More blood
More, more, more
But more of what?
Repeat
Something new will enter the scene
Unwelcome, or even mean
Why is when the lights dim
We claim that's the best we've ever been?
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