The Number Twelve Looks Like You
An Aptly Fictional Description
And it was so contradictory yet deliberately put
Never should we start a lecture with a quote

Two tone stage background
The actors returning home to eat
Food covered in nothing, good, served in purple plasticwear
The orchestra isn't craving our attention
It sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze
The conductor lights a cigarette
We look at illustrations of ourselves

The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention

Appliances that would blow a fuse at any time
While conducting an ancient family recipe to the very next generation
We never saw them coming
We've been throwing stones at glass houses for too long it's such a cliche