Lights, camera, action.
Welcome to my theater.
So what have we come here for?
To play pretend, or to feign?
Do you really think that I act
Just so I can escape?
No
It's to be free.


Whenever I'm up on stage,
Know I don't pretend,
I become.
And know I don't tell tales
Just for fun.
With only two hours
'Til the end of the world,
Our lives are at stake,
That's the truth of it.


Cause you cannot ignore
That when death's at the door,
Would you say you were bored?
If this is your escape,
From a world not so great,
Then what's all this for?


And if stories shouldn't be
Taken so seriously,
Then why are you wasting your time.
Why set up all the lightings
And cameras, and music,
If you won't leave the room in wonder.
Why'd you even bother.


Cause I think that internally,
All stories are reality.
A good one reflects
Our most inner selves.
And a bad one reflects
The refusal of reality.
Our world is too painful to admit.


Cause all the good stories,
They thrive on good conflict.
No seconds wasted.
With only two hours
'Til the end of the world,
Our lives are at stake,
That's the truth of it.