My famous last words won't probably be heard
So I practice lines to act like I'm dead
I finally feel like myself
My famous last words won't probably be heard
I'll hide behind my dress and observe
The masculinity of those black and white keys
To change I'll drink
My famous last words won't probably be heard
I'll treat those strings like a monologue
And send shivers down your spine
My famous last words won't probably be heard
And as my heart goes out of time
I'll make sure yours is in line
The costumes are on
The curtains will fall
The illusion of a play
Will hit you right in the nose
I won't obey
Tonight I run the show
It's a bet between me and the world
Either I'll fake my death or I'll kill the status quo