Yeah, why not, maybe, who knows Dialect of a theatre taking pride in no shows A city always sleeping on a pillow of doubt A culture resoundingly whispering I'm out Everyone's a fake, and so am I Everyone's a fake, we're all telling lies Nothing is real, personality's dead Humanity's taken a bullet to the head A common tone with Ancient Rome Set to fall when the family is home The pillars of society are crumbling The cries of the people, it sounds like singing