It’s time for the show

Put on your mask

It makes the act



Get out there and see more and more people everyday

Change yourself

Look different, act different

This pleases them



Take off your costume, take off your mask

Lately, that outfit is looking more like you

And that mask just won’t come off



You’re an original

Outrageous, wild, and you don’t care about what the audience thinks

But, through it all, you’re too concerned



If you become anything close to predictable

Well, that’d be the end of this character



Isn’t it pure irony that in order to please your audience,

You put on this charade,

Disguise yourself as someone who's so nonchalant about others' opinions?



Do you want admirers,

Or simply viewers?

Sympathy,

Or someone to notice that you’re not perfect?

You accept your imperfections,

But you put forth no effort into changing them



It’s time to get ready for the show

This is the show,

And it may never end.