Pretend this is Venice, and play for me

Imagine the crowds and all the symphonies

Believe the lies that said you were to be

Erase the surroundings and play for me

When you awaken, you will see,

What really has become of your destiny

What you took from us so selfishly

All because of your little fantasy

So close your eyes and hear the sound so perfectly

And admire the work of your puppetry

Watch the audience applaud you, smilingly

For if screams are a concerto, play for me