We cant sing about.
Harmonies...
We can't dream about...
Melodies.
We can't even...
Perform.
As a doll outside cage.

It's those...
Simplicities.
The lack and gain of...
Atrocities.
But it's all.
Actuality.
A year that's a page.

I guess....
Securities.
We've lost our...
Assure-tees.
So I return now.
Saddened.
Its all the rage.

Puppet strings...
Fastened.
The odd smile...
Refashioned.
To give the appearance...
Passion.
In my world that's a stage.

Encore............