Dancing for a crowd of one
Applause erupts for all you've done

The neon lights
Burn through your mask tied on tight

Across an empty stage, you spin round and round
Your thinly shrouded lies crumble to the ground

Refusing to let go of the facade
You've so carefuly created
Even as echoes of applause
Begin to sound so faded

But now I say "Step down."
And "Take your humble bows."