[Style: Carpetman ]
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[Verse 1]
The streets look staged like paper walls,
people walking pre-rehearsed.
Every move a practiced gesture,
every smile a quiet curse.
No one questions what they follow,
only how they need to shine.
And if you tell the truth out loud,
you’re the stranger
in a world that’s learned to lie just fine.
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[Pre-Chorus]
But in their eyes I see a shimmer,
something trembling underneath —
they want to live,
but all they do
is breathe.
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[Chorus]
The world’s a theater
and I’m the only one without a mask on tonight.
They wear glitter, painted faces,
I wear wounds
and honest light.
And while they vanish in the spotlight,
all my shadows stay in sight.
They don’t see it —
but I can read
their real face in the night.
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[Verse 2]
They chase their own reflections,
thinking it’s their guiding voice.
Speaking loud but meaning nothing —
habit dressed as choice.
And I wonder how long someone
can carry truth beneath their skin,
before the mask becomes
the cage
they start believing in.
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[Pre-Chorus]
And every day gets heavier
when you're the only one who feels.
Surrounded by these moving portraits
calling their illusions
real.
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[Chorus]
The world’s a theater
and I’m the only one without a mask on tonight.
They trade roles like plastic costumes,
I walk bare
through their disguised lights.
And while they fade into the background,
I stay visible and bright.
They don’t see it —
but I can read
their real face in the night.
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[Bridge – whispery, Carpetman tone]
Maybe truth can make you lonely,
but pretending makes you numb.
They dance inside the same old script,
never asking where it’s from.
I sit outside their audience,
quiet, still, a different view —
and none of them suspects
that I’m the only one
who doesn’t want
their cue.
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[Final Chorus – wider, darker]
The world’s a theater,
and I’m finally walking off their borrowed stage.
I don’t need the kind of spotlight
built from fear
and painted rage.
And when the lights go down at last,
their costumes crumble into dust.
I remain —
the one who lives
without a mask,
without their trust.
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