Safe little house, safe little friends, safe little thoughts to keep you safe,

from all those big, bad wolves that eat you up.

Safe in your room, safe as a tomb,

sleep in a coffin made of glass;

It takes a big facade to hide the cracks.

Can we make this last, ‘cause now I’m not so sure…

Are you up to the task? Sometimes the sickness is the cure…

You’re searching so hard, you’ve lost yourself.

Does it help you to pray as you’re wasting away like a silver screen cliche’,

after all we’re actors on a stage…

Would it help you to wait for the moment to break,

is it real or is it fake?

All we are, just chapters on a page,

and after all we’re actors on a stage…