The Alternate Missed Lyrics

Up to him

Down to you

He swears interaction

Can't threaten his view

He speaks in earnest

Of what cannot be known

And bleats unabashed

Of his heart's missing tomes

For he is the actor

And he is his audience

Stood at odds, stood at ease

Stood by insidious ordinance

And once his head's

Spun with truth and fiction

The wise lament lest they ignore

His final diction

And languish their judgement

Or vanquish indeed

His theatre has vanished

And with it his heed

And we all miss the man

That he could have been