Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

If there’s one takeaway from Shakespeare
It’s that we’re all going though a stage
And everybody’s play will be less unclear
If we all cue off the same page

We’re led by a reluctant director
And the script’s chock full of holes
With a cast and crew of bad actors
Entirely unfit for their roles

{Chorus}
Folded in faded folios
Whether famous or infamous
Too late to stay anonymous
We are never born to greatness
No, greatness must be thrust upon us

My reputation seems to proceed me
And it is surely bound to follow
So spare me your vicarious vanity
The chants of sycophants echo hollow

I am what iamb, and that is all I am
A soliloquy of errors
Some lines to get you out of a jam
And hold your soul up to a mirror

Dressed in the drama of our portrayals
Mighty easy to forget who you are
Tangled in all the layers of veils
The costumes worn by unlit stars