baronshady

I need to confirm my existence
Am i really still here
When the last of the footlights stops burning
And the smoke clears?
My Fourth wall fades away
King, give o'er the play
Slip back into the tragedy mask
I'm accustomed to in my day-to-day
Lines
Painted on my face save me when
Lies Memorized cold from my script play me
Like "No I cant cry on cue, but whats a fool to do?
my makeups always fuckin bleeding into my eyes, lady."
And everyone's a critic
Wish I could silence each one of these bitches
Who ever thought they could analyze my spirit
"Well, he's half blind, totally bald, kinda sad and he can't rap"
Be honest miss director are you even thinkin of callin' me back?
no room for fakin smarts
Thats doom for makin art
Go bloom or break apart
Vacant heart: Go swoon over a taken part
Put me in my places
Apply the fake faces
No room to breathe
All eyes on me, now I can finally taste bliss

I'm a ghost light
And you can't find your way
across this empty stage
lonely and lovely
in my eternal dusty haze
and when the stars have gone away
I'll fool the spirits in the audience
with my deceptive shadow play

Step on stage and
Pretend I'm in a past life
Try on a different bloodtype
My long lost twin from an alternate dimension
Someone else's shoes to step in
Forget about how Baron's stressin'
Bereft of freedom and totally fenced in
Make believe these fake me's
Are the ones you wouldnt just take or leave
Make me breathe - new life inside me please
Then keep on making my veins seize
So when the final curtain call is done
The excitement risin up is the first thing in me to turn tail and run
So who you gonna play tomorrow?
Whose makeup are you gonna borrow?
Make it theatrical, try not to take it too far, though
And take a bow, this night is over
We're all so rapidly getting older
But the colored gels paint our shells
And the limelight burns or might as well
Cause everyones an actor
And I heard all actors burn in hell
And we all change.
We're all
Livin in the limelight...