Owen - On With The Show

This is the role I was born to fake
A crucified villain, middle-aged
I memorized my lines and taught myself to cry

So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before I have no more

This is a cold for which I could not brave
To to the bone, to the heart
To be taken to my grave
And I foolishly thought you'd thaw eventually

On with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Is it my imagination or have we been here before?
I recognize those hopeless eyes and tired lines

And every spike on the floor
Reminds me
Where I should be

This is the role I was born to fake
It's not a choice I made

So on with the show
I've got a reputation of fucking up to uphold
Whatever reservations I had before are out the door