And So It Goes, The Audience Knows, But It's Alright 'Cause You're Happy!

And so it goes, that’s life, cést la vie, they would say

It’s a round and a cycle that ceases to cease

Other than the occasional weekday or reflecting moment

But it’s all alright, you would say

Just because you are happy

So he’s walking down the street and talking to himself

Luckily he’s a good listener and has the same ideals

Singing about creaking doors creaking shut

Telling her to remember who she is and to shut up

Singing in a voice not his own, a ghost to despise!

And its an ugly voice being shown, its host a disguise

Talking with a whisper to the walls and the air

Stinging words with malice and intent, into the air!

Talking in curses with spices of Cynic and Arsenic

Rattling the chains of his illusion and changing characteristic

And it all flows endlessly, coherently, evenly, without a single break in character

You could say this is who he really is, or really was

But it’s not!

And the audience knows, because they wear the same shoes

Brand new but with the colors fading

And the lighter shades shading to a shady grey

Hell, they’re only shoes but he loved them and he knows it

And the audience knows, because they wear the same shoes

It’s a round and a cycle that ceases to cease

Other than the occasional weekday or reflecting moment

But it’s all alright, you would say

Just because you are happy

But I’m sure nobody is listening anyway

And so it goes!