The Venetia Fair
The Sideshow Tent
This is it, right behind the curtain
Every single second brings a second chance !
Tic tic tic toc ! This is right where they belong
Right ? Tic tic tic toc talking to yourself never did a damn thing
And yet I do the very same thing each and every chance that I get
It’s time to raise those pretty heads !
Keep those greasy little hands off the glass
And keep your feet behind the dotted line
You’re doing fine, it’s just we don’t have a clue
How they’ll choose to react to you, an audience
AHH! Just look what you’ve done !
This is exactly what we feared and yet we’re still so unprepared…
Their faces crack open
The artistry of debauchery !
If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
Or anything more than this
They say that pretty faces age pretty quickly
Beautiful eyes grab you to fill idle time and time again, all alone
You used to feel I was a beautiful liar
So now it’s coming to this ?!
Each one tripping on the light fantastic toe
Come on you sheep skinned liars !
Dress up those skeletons and sway !
You think you’re terrified now ?
Just wait and see, our eyes are open
The artistry of debauchery !
If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
Or anything more than this
Or anything more than this
Save yourself . The months have always turned to years
Save yourself . The face of each and every fear
Save yourself, save yourself
Smile along with the fabrication as long as you can shelve your disbelief
We’ve had our day
If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away
So take a seat by the broken mirrors, and take a look at my face
If you’d just quit your screaming, baby, you’d see you are not afraid of me
You are not afraid of me…
The artistry of debauchery !
If we’re all endlessly wasting it, they can’t take it away !
We couldn’t hope for anything more than this…
Stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
Since this is the way things are explain the way things seem
Or anything more than this