All my life I stood.
Behind this curtain.
Red or any other color.
We're not in a play.
It doesn't matter which color it is.
I stand behind that curtain.
Waiting patiently.
For the day when it would rise.
And my performance would begin.
We're still not in a play.
Life is a performance.
You start at your birth.
And you end at your death.
Living many chapters and many different story.
Like a distorted opera.
Never ending.
Until the final note plays.
This world is a scene.
And I am an actor.
Is everything fake ?
Is everything real ?
Are we being manipulated ?
Before the light : a rehearsal.
From the grave : a new perspective.
When the curtain rises I see.
A wretched world.
Corrupted to the bone.
Nobody trust no one.
Everybody trust in their own lies.
Chaos in the head.
Mirroring an idea.
Compelling and sweet idea.
That would explain all the problems.
Oh so wrong idea.
Never true never real.
Are the higher ups playing gods ?
Are we in a simulation ?
Such baseless questions.
Perfect for uncultured swines.
All following a beaten path.
Like sheeps.
You want revolution ?
I want you out.
Everyone playing the same game.
Discarding the other players.
Rape.
Murder.
Genocide.
Manipulation.
Push someone to point the gun barrel at their own head.
And when they pull the trigger then what ?
Then you move on to the next ?
The performance is coming to an end.
And from the graves I see.
That we're all puppets attached to the same string.
Our life is not ours.
Everyone is doing the same play.
The same act.
The same scene.
The curtain falls.
It's red.
We're in a play.
So act natural.
