Could you spare me a little time
For I woke up dead in the front line
Now I'm watching these bodies around me
Acting some play and I keep getting cast in

I'm an artist one thinks, but I hear him
Something's just so wrong behind that grin
Spare me a little time
For I'm losing hope while acting all right
Give me time, help me wake up alive
I'm losing it all while acting all right

A distorted face, oh, it's mine
Call and cancel the beauty parlor
But, hey, maybe there's a job for me now
Starring in some good old school horror

The verbal beauty cuts the air
But it's all trained expressions
Does someone care?
Analyzing what is right and fair
While singing the blues

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