A Lonely Hide and Seek
Act 1 starting the show, a new beginning, the spotlight:
A clown, using his props to get the audience ready, laugh and dance in this rain! All this water dirtied by the mud Mirroring a face with eyes like blood Peaceful days were too routine for me, all the same or so they seem Love affairs are pretty nice to see Rumors spread, I know the source to be Wasting time even inside my dreams They're all the same to me! Follow him, the leader of this show bookmark punishment, the fox reveals himself again 1713 This fairy tale I found, impatient to be seen a fruit picked too soon, too ripe to eat Then the crowd appears to take it away the sweet nectar inside making them blind Emotions overflow, but the rain will come and washing away everything but "run" Open up the book and start your last play with Scene 1. Wasting away, wanna kill some time? Let's play a game from this book of mine. Peaceful days way too routine for me, Now as far as the eye can see! Hiding away under demon's eyes iron slicing doesn't taste too nice With the red silk, props are in their place Now starts Act 2 of our play!! Hold them close, the tickets to our show waiting as the clock ticks on, we'll steal your eyes from you 1203 (So) Shall we start this game? I'm hiding all alone. I'm the first 'it' in this tragedy Noises coming from the old TV saying that I'm not a fake, come on, let's play 120's fast, but it's nothing to me You're laughing at me, the shadows that speak "Next up on this game it's your turn to be the new 'it'" TV turning on, it's the secret news of death all the people that are living, dead, or soon to be announced well, the one to die today will be an innocent youth. Is it true, I wonder who, wait is it me? No, couldn't be? Please, I'm about to faint This face that's way too blank, Reading off the final chapter of the play started today Ah the demon's coming close oh, demon's coming in Hey, what's the demon doing? Is he being 'it' or not? This fairy tale I found, impatient to be seen The fruit picked to soon dies in front of me Lead into the rain by nectar so sweet, miracles do occur, the demon stirs Play(ing) games of demise, staring into your eyes, but the summer's shadow hasn't said goodbye Sneering down at me the demon comes in (and says) "Seems to be my win" Come on let's go and play, the game is hide and seek but where is the traitor that we all seek? Prologue told to us by demons we make the script, As the "Perfect Crime" spies demise. A rumor spread for fun, a game devoid of sun The cat on the bookmark will live again "Next up on this game it's your turn to be the new 'it'" |