It’s a silver screen
this head upon my shoulders
Putting things in order
Counting out the frames

of a movie in slo-mo
A cartoon chase, a train wreck
Tie me to the rail-tracks
I’m sticking out my neck

Certain people hook me
Drag me down
while other people
pierce my mind

But that argument’s so old
that it’s become a classic
Black and white and cracking
Chaplin, Keaton… Old

Let’s not do this
There’s no win for you or I
There’s just break-downs
Sleepless nights

We’ve seen this film before
We wrote the screenplay
We know what’s in score
Final scenes will play out
the way they were supposed to be
Directed by me

Camera tracks away
It pans into a sunset
Audience to exit
Credits fade to black

Keep your temper
The game’s up as it’s always been
Hollow victories
Taste like tin

We’ve seen this film before
We wrote the screenplay
We know what’s in score
Final scenes will play out
the way they were supposed to be
Directed by me

[I know exactly who, what, when and where this song is about. That’s mine to know. However this is dedicated to anyone who has suffered repeatedly at the whim of small-minded others who really don’t realize that they’ve always been on a losing streak – and that being around them is like directing your own movie. UNtitled is a song of strength in the face of idiocy.]