This place is growing old,
Weathering, aging
Seasons flicker by
It gives the theatre light to show a film, the memoir of a boy

Note the movie score:
Pieced together with glue and rubber bands,
Edited, and abridged to race through time, and still remain a child

The movie cuts from scene to scene, filmed quite awkwardly
Now look, he's barking like a beast, in his mid twenties
Still, there is no audience to see this young man's misery
What does he do with this degree from the university?

He lays his body down, eyes close slowly
Dark is the room, doorless, lonely
Keep the camera on, can't miss a second
He tosses and turns, then it's back to sleep again

His skull is soft, his feet protrude the bed

Big, full turn; stuck between the nine and five
Sharp, left turn; the sacrifice to stay alive

(Turn it)
Seven to one, seven to one
Look at his face, look what they've done