Shake, Rattle and Spear

All the world is upstaged
From left to right
As an act of assurance
By military mites
While they finger
And button
Lips

Each of us is played
In a dress rehearsal
Where we make up and make out
Some role reversal
Which believe it or not
Sticks

Our demons are foisted
Our hopes are hoisted
Hence
We sit on the fence
Where body doubles
Prove deadly trouble
Innit mate?

It's a long shot
We aim for ourselves
Atop the fourth wall
Props and all
Action cuts
We're up next
With squibs

So we ad lib
Back to one
With smoke on our prompt
And numbers run
Out of black boxes
To blue screens
Since all true heroes die
As the audience cries
Screaming

Copy that
Cover shot
With a curtain call
Of the what not
While the front of the house
Cleans up the mess
Improvising routine
What they do best