WE WILL NEVER BE GONE FROM THIS PLACE
WE THE WELLS OF KNOWLEDGE
ARTISANS POETS AND PERFORMERS
A PIECE OF US YOU TAKE AWAY WHEN U LEAVE YOUR SEAT
A LINE THAT STICKS IN YOUR MIND LIKE THE SMELL OF A WOMAN (EVERYTIME)
NO ONE WILL SAVE A SEAT FOR THE PERFORMER
THEY EXPECT US ON-STAGE
TO POUR OUR HEARTS OUT TO THE KINGS OF MEN AND THE QUEENS OF QUEERS
LAST TO SEE THE STORY SET BEFORE US
FIRST TO KNOW IT'S END
WHEN IS THIS END
REREAD THE SCRIPT
FIND THE MORAL
CONVEY THE MESSAGE
MAKE IT COUNT
I WANT TO BE WHERE YOU ARE
BUT MY TICKET DOESN'T HAVE A SEAT NUMBER ON IT
I STAND BEFORE YOU
YOU LOOK THROUGH ME
AS THOUGH TO SEE RIGHT THROUGH MY FAÇADE
I MOVE LIKE FLUID THROUGH ALL THE MINDS OF ALL MY CROWDS
I SPEAK TO YOU
IF U HEAR ME
REALLY HEAR ME
YOU ARE MOVED
AND THIS MOVES ME

SAVE ME A SEAT