By the book
To my knees in these graves
I think that I’m walking
But am I?
Those around are the dead
Mesmerized like the rocks
Chameleons in the sun
Take me out
Take me out
Take me out
Either deep
Or too high
To the Mars
What’s it called?
Take me out
Take me out
Take me out
I am dead so are they
We actors are foolish
As if alive, as if alive, as if alive
We are fools
We are mad
Crazy,
Believe me
All of us
You & I
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