I would happily live here in a sleeping bag, with a little Coleman stove to cook on. Of course, it’s not actually abandoned yet, so I’d have to start a rumour the seats were infected with the Ass Plague or something, but no great takeover was ever accomplished except by bold action.

OH, wait, another illusion shattered:

The set is an illusion that makes the stage look extremely deep… it’s actually quite small

But double wait: I think I’d rather live in a beautiful illusion, as long as I knew it was an illusion. Or maybe I already do.

Lyrics over the jump:

Right Where It Belongs

see the animal in his cage that you built

are you sure what side you’re on?

better not look him too closely in the eye

are you sure what side of the glass you are on?

 

see the safety of the life you have built

everything where it belongs

feel the hollowness inside of your heart

and it’s all right where it belongs

 

what if everything around you

isn’t quite as it seems

what if all the world you think you know

is an elaborate dream?

 

and if you look at your reflection

is that all you want it to be?

what if you could look right through the cracks

would you find yourself – find yourself afraid to see?

 

what if all the world’s inside of your head

just creations of your own?

your devils and your gods all the living and the dead

and you’re really all alone?

 

you can live in this illusion

you can choose to believe

you keep looking but you can’t find the woods

while you’re hiding in the trees

 

what if everything around you

isn’t quite as it seems

what if all the world you used to know

is an elaborate dream?

 

and if you look at your reflection

is that all you want to be?

what if you could look right through the cracks

would you find yourself – find yourself afraid to see?