Lyrics:
Too broken to be pure Nameless, inauthentic, enactor Nameless, inauthentic, enactor I'm not really living in this world I'm just an actor here
moving backwards Heart keeps racing Your such a good actor Need a distractor But not a re-enactor Would rather have banter Than another banner Here we go
To disappoint Self appointed messengers Enactors of wrath You've a vanity more twisted Than I've ever had I don't want Don't need Your heaven You can spend your
The re-enactors in their fine clothes Of the late fifteenth century I do suppose Go back in time yes you could be there All found at Tewkesbury
from their own billboards Re-enactor actors Shooting blanks in the face of reason But when we cry for more And We all will I'll Cry myself hoarse
pass but only for a time I am still waiting here the same And I am going back to Romford again Voice of neither grief nor joy Own enactors to destroy
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