What if, my life was a show for a heavenly audience?
Real entertainment, except maybe a little inglorious
Judged by votes, am I putting on a good show?
It’s a thrilling edge of the cliff adventure that makes
Great TRP, its all fun and games until I start to break
I now play the Master of Fates in this game show
Against Him I can never win; all moves are rigged.
I now wonder if I cry, will my misery be dragged?
I hope that’s boring. Am I still putting on a good show?
I am just a puppet in a puppet show, strings attached
He says jump, and I’ll jump happily in fire unscathed
Since I am destined to lose, why not put on a good show?
I pretend I know Him; I talk of us as best friends yet,
Secretly I beg the Master to make me His favorite pet
Have some mercy in this tragicomedy of a show!
So for the next season, I return as villain not victim
Touch me and I press your jugular, be a bit wicked
If I am destined to lose, why not put on a good show?
When my time runs out, I’ll be eliminated then
You know the best part is, I’ll never know when.
So until then, I’ll go on putting on a good show.