Chewing The Scenery

Can you picture this? Painting a portrait that puts me to rest We're moving backwards Well, it is Is it this? Is it just? This is bliss Well, it is Is it this? Is it just? This is bliss This is bliss This is bliss This is bliss Who'll stop the bleeding As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives? Does this bring you joy? (Who's side are you on?) (Still) This game we play seems rigged (We push on) The house we built still feels empty (Missteps are) plenty (in this play) We plant our feet and hold on till the climax Now the crowd won't seem so pleased with this display Brought to tears, betrayed by this self-immolation This act is a charade, we forgot our lines It's time to improvise, shred this useless script Let's get a round of applause Well, it is Is it this? Is it just? This is bliss Well, it is Is it this? Is it just? This is Time out, restart We've been here before, you pull me in "Like a moth to a flame," you said This is how it ends, don't fool yourself This must be the end, swan song Who'll stop the bleeding As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives? Does this bring you joy? Buried and breathing Now there's blood on your hands, you know damn well it's mine Does this bring you joy? (Who's side are you on?) Move We're chewing the scenery now