Chewing The Scenery

Can you picture this?
Painting a portrait that puts me to rest
We're moving backwards
Well it is, is it this
Is it just, this is bliss
Well it is, is it this
Is it just, this is bliss
This is bliss, this is bliss, this is bliss
Who'll stop the bleeding?
As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives
Does this bring you joy?
Whose side are you on?
Still, this game we play seems rigged
We push on
The house we built still feels empty
Missteps are plenty
In this play we plant our feet and hold on till the climax
Now the crowd won't seem so pleased with this display
Brought to tears, betrayed by this self-immolation
This act is a charade, we forgot our lines
It's time to improvise, shred this useless script
Let's get a round of applause
Well it is, is it this
Is it just, this is bliss
Well it is, is it this
Is it just, this is
Time out, restart
We've been here before
You pull me in
Like moths to a flame you said
This is how it ends
Don't fool yourself
This must be the end
Swan song
Who'll stop the bleeding?
As you're stabbing my heart with the dullest of knives
Does this bring you joy?
Buried and breathing
Now there's blood on your hands
You know damn well it's mine
Does this bring you joy?
Whose side are you on?
(Move)
We're chewing the scenery now