Acting: On-Campus Television
The Faint
Miscellaneous
Acting: On-Campus Television
Campus is getting bigger and we're working on it all the time
Acting on the tv, I can see their faces
Red alert, the siren's loud, the drafted are all coming back
This job takes dedication
When things start with no beginning
It doesn't mean that they aren't true
As the current through the atlas
Nips the wrist with a fork through it
Half the battle's fueled with hate
"Many loathsome fights were sacred!"
Shout the crew who hold their swatches
They paint on the set and cry
Ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it
The colour curdles and waves drip down
And I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them
The dormatories are awful quiet
Acting on the tv, and he's not pretending
I'm convinced that there's not someone else beneath
The pixeled screen, an army edit
The set was finished last
Ice is plastic enough to try to sculpt with it
The colour curdles and waves drip down
And I'm still thinking about the time a scene takes them
The dormatories are awful quiet
And these swollen eyes and static lens
They blink when there's nothing but tv
We beg for it to calm us down
And believe that it's real what we're doing
These swollen eyes and static lenses
They blink on and off and off and on