If memory serves us then who wants to mask us
how do we know whose projection is real
and is it like gruel or like quick drying plaster?
tell me how long til the pain starts to peel.

is it like ___ for the part ?
or an ___;
history repaets itself and time is a crooked bone, c'mon tell us something
we dont know.

Now whose the best boy in the casting driector and the editor splicing your
face from the scene?
its all in the hands of the lazy projector' that forgetting, imbellishing,
lying machine.
that forgetting, imbellishgin, lying machine.

They say all good things must come to an end
everyday the night must fall
how it all came to this, i simply cant recall
too many cooks in the kitchen,
how the mind must fall
but i cant see the sense in us breaking up at all.

and its all in the hands of a lazy projector
that forgetting, imbellishing, lying machine.