| My movie house it holds me prisoner
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| All boarded up on a dead end street
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| In my darkest doubts I’m the only visitor
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| Sunk down inside those dusty seats
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| This world of mine in two dimensions
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| It shocks my brain with all I feel
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| That flickering lie will build the tension
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| And I brace for pain like it was real
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| I can’t stop the scene from playing
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| Trying ain’t worth dying for
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| It won’t change, but I’m not staying
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| I just found the outside door
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| The old film that rolls, I know the story
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| For all my years it’s been the same
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| I’ll see my old moment of glory
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| Fall to my fear and find my shame
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| It leaves my heart empty and shallow
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| No happy end and no relief
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| In that endless dark my cave of shadows
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| I still suspend my disbelief
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| Standing in the morning wonder
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| Never seen the sun before
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| Broke the spell that I was under
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| I just found the outside door
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| There’s no silver screen no satin curtain
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| My state of mind plays this whole show
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| The illusion seems to be so certain
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| That I’m trapped inside with nowhere to go
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| Inside my war with dark projection |
| I try to scream but have no voice
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| There is a door an outside exit
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| We can be free we have a choice |