Lyric discussion by benjaminoliver 

Cover art for An Aptly Fictional Description lyrics by Number Twelve Looks Like You, The

No matter how hard you scream to the audience, to the record companies, to everyone involved, it still seems like it's not enough. The artists are still starving. The sarcastically named orchestra, the kids who think they know everything there is to know about the music they've been blessed with the privilege of hearing, they aren't craving 12's attention because they're all about the fashion and the scene of the music. It's so sad to think that they feel throwing stones at glass houses is no longer worth the effort, or maybe they do. maybe its people like me who truly appreciate them that keeps it going.

I think its about being in theatre in high school and being tired of it, the actors are literally actors, the ochestra is literally the ochestra, they are always indifferent and wrapped in their own conversation. It is just a discription of exactly what you see at any play