Lyrics
Can you picture this?
Painting a portrait that puts me to rest
We're moving backwards
Well, it is
Is it this?
Is it just?
This is bliss
Well, it is
Is it this?
Is it just?
This is bliss
This is bliss
This is bliss
This is bliss
Who'll stop the bleeding
As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives?
Does this bring you joy? (Who's side are you on?)
(Still) This game we play seems rigged
(We push on) The house we built still feels empty
(Missteps are) plenty (in this play)
We plant our feet and hold on till the climax
Now the crowd won't seem so pleased with this display
Brought to tears, betrayed by this self-immolation
This act is a charade, we forgot our lines
It's time to improvise, shred this useless script
Let's get a round of applause
Well, it is
Is it this?
Is it just?
This is bliss
Well, it is
Is it this?
Is it just?
This is
Time out, restart
We've been here before, you pull me in
"Like a moth to a flame," you said
This is how it ends, don't fool yourself
This must be the end, swan song
Who'll stop the bleeding
As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives?
Does this bring you joy?
Buried and breathing
Now there's blood on your hands, you know damn well it's mine
Does this bring you joy? (Who's side are you on?)
Move
We're chewing the scenery now
