The world's not a stage
It's an auction house
We're all up for grabs
Wake up, kid
Smell the coffee
There is no early bird
The gavel crushed its wings
Just the feline
Hunting for the mouse
The rodent scampers
Dark alleyways
The fog clouds its vision
But the cat's got eyes
Gleam in the moonlight
Smouldering crystals
Long road cut short
Dead end
What do we have here?
Auction-house.