In this theatre of agony,

Joy is our punishment.

Which we have been sent,

To keep us from monotony.

You see this cinema of the mundane,

We got the whole screen.

Just for us to scream,

Our heart and lungs out in the rain.

We cut all the string from our puppets,

And peek behind the curtain.

To know for certain,

That we were not your pets.

And now we stand,

On our own two feet.

And taste that oh so sweet,

Life that we command.

…

I love you Baby