As if drifting through the deep sea
Funny thing
The deep sea has neon lights too
Sea creatures hunt with light
The ocean is just like this theatre
The deeper you go
The fewer people there are
Since it's a so-called collective creation
No director, no stage manager
Countless slip-ups at every step
In the script my name is Number One
How can you talk to a customer like that?
The customer is your God
Now God wants to know your name
You think I'm a robber?
You're in control of everything
Don't shoot
if our roles were reversed
I'd beg you to shoot, no hesitation
Goodbye
What?
How does The Internationale go?
Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves
Who made the rules?
Elite of the elite
While he's like a rat
Living in the sewer
So terrified by the vast sewage system
Then where will you go?
I am a lone island
Where does the ocean flow?
What?
I need to put myself back together
Will you wait for me?
Did I ever say that?
Are you an idealist?
I think I am
Did you think the play was good?
It was awful
What a piece of junk
But I kind of loved it
I like bad plays
Because I'm a bad person
What's a good play anyway?