A theatre with a never-ending plotThese curtains never seem to closeA tribe that covets for a horrible showAnd kill each other upon the first roleSoulless puppets clap your handsThe great Architect enters »That motley drama- oh, be sureIt shall not be forgotWith its Phantom chased for evermoreBy a crowd that seize it notThrough a circle that ever returneth inTo the self-same spotAnd much of Madness, and more of SinAnd Horror the soul of the plotCome along, come alongWe wish to entertain your slothWe are the sorrowWe are the dark sideWe are the foolsWe are the human kindConsider all the aspectsPlay your role rightYou are the foolYou are the human kindUpon the stage of a theatre that is called lifeWe wear the masks of humanityAnd we pronounce our namesMy name is drama, my name is lightMy name is wisdom, my name is mineMy name is fear, my name is kindMy name is juggler, my name is Lie