Panopticon

There is no corner in this room There is no curtain I can draw I feel the heavy, silent pulse Of strangers waiting for a flaw They memorize the way I breathe They document the way I fall I turn my head to face the dark But every hollow has an eye A microscopic, glowing flash That beams the data to the sky We're living in a glass display No place to run, no place to hide The whispers bounce from wall to wall The judgment echoes down the hall We are the spectacle, the show And everywhere we turn, we know— We're caught inside the mirrorball! A thousand faces staring back Projecting every tiny crack For everyone to see it all There is no mercy in the glass They watch the paranoia crawl Trapped inside the center of the mirrorball! A velvet rope, a gilded cage The dizzy vertigo of stares They put the panic on a stage And everybody pulls up chairs To sit and watch the specimen! To pick apart the things we say! We smile and bleed for all of them And let them wash the truth away The whispers bounce from wall to wall The judgment echoes down the hall We are the spectacle, the show And everywhere we turn, we know— We're caught inside the mirrorball! A thousand faces staring back Projecting every tiny crack For everyone to see it all There is no mercy in the glass They watch the paranoia crawl Trapped inside the center of the mirrorball! Every angle! Every side! Magnified! And multiplied! Look at me! Don't look at me! There’s nowhere left to hide! We're caught inside the mirrorball! A thousand faces staring back Projecting every tiny crack For everyone to see it all There is no mercy in the glass They watch the paranoia crawl Trapped inside the center of the mirrorball! A thousand eyes. A thousand eyes. Spinning, spinning, spinning. In the mirrorball. In the mirrorball.