Singer:
Pitching all the wrong notes.
Search for the key to tame the throat.

Frontman:
The centre of attention.
Finding your feet behind the beat.


This new heir with no air nowhere.
Scurried crawls to the corners of curtain calls.

Fall down blank stairs and who cares.
This fading fashion of a passing passion.


Lyricist:
If you choose the magic words;
paper and pen will dance upon request.

Spokesman:
Destroyer of abstraction.
What worth is meaning if i just sing:

oohh ooww

All eyes focused on the tongue tied,

and it's impossible, impossible to hide.
Blurting out the lines
from the front of the stage

out in the broad daylight.
Everything's in plain sight,
and it's impossible, impossible to hide.