this is it, right behind the curtain
every single second brings a second chance.... tic tic tic TOC!
this is right where we belong, right?!
tic tic tic toc-talking to yourself never did a damn thing

and yet I do the very same thing each and every chance that I get
it's time to raise those pretty heads!

keep those greasy little hands off of the glass,
and keep your feet behind the dotted line
you're doing fine,
it's just we don't have a clue how they'll choose to react
to you, an audience

AHH! just look what you've done,
this is exactly what we feared,
and yet we're still so unprepared
their faces crack open

the artistry of debauchery
if we're all endlessly wasting it, they can't take it away
we couldn't hope for anything more than this
stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
since this is the way things are, explain the way things seem
or anything more than this

they say that pretty faces age pretty quickly
beautiful eyes grab you to fill idle time
and time again, all alone
you used to feel I was a beautiful liar

so now it's coming to this?
each one tripping on their (light fantastic toes?)
come on you sheep-skinned liars
dress up those skeletons. and sway!
you think you're terrified now? just wait and see

our eyes are open

the artistry of debauchery
if we're all endlessly wasting it, they can't take it away
we couldn't hope for anything more than this
stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
since this is the way things are, explain the way things seem
or anything more than this
or anything more than this

save yourself, the months have always turned to years
save yourself, the face of each and every fear
save yourself, save yourself

smile along with the fabrication,
as long as you can shelf your disbelief

we've had our day
if we're all endlessly wasting it, they can't take it away
so take a seat by the broken mirrors, and take a look at my face
if you'd just quit your screaming baby,
you'd see you are not afraid of me
you are not afraid of me…

the artistry of debauchery
if we're all endlessly wasting it, they can't take it away
we couldn't hope for anything more than this
stop fucking staring at me, dream your hysterical dreams
since this is the way things are, explain the way things seem
or anything more than this


Lyrics submitted by AndreaAlexis

The Sideshow Tent song meanings
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