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
If you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives?
Does this bring you joy?
(Whose side are you on)

(Still)
This game we play seems rigged
(We push on)
This 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 bliss

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
If your 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?

We're chewing the scenery now