If you could write the perfect song that would empty out your heart
So that your pain might go away and stay away
If you could say all you needed to say so that you'd feel okay someday
But everybody that you love would have one helluva price to pay

If you could script the perfect play and execute it to a tee
Every line delivered flawlessly
But after awhile all the players they wanna make the play theirs
So that the vision that you see will never come to be

Would you script the play? Would you write the song?
Or would you shut your mouth and just try to get along?
Would you write the song? Would you script the play?
Or would you toss your hands up and say it doesn't matter anyway?

If you could spin the perfect tale that would open up the mind
And align the motives of mankind
After counting all the costs of a million lives lost
Would you offer up your own to ensure the world is shown?

If you could craft the perfect rhyme that would undo every wrong
By the time I finish up the song
You'd be reversing all the pain, but losing everything you've gained
A final trump card to be played as all your memories fade

Would you spin the tale? Would you craft the rhyme?
Or would you put I off to think about another time?
Would you craft the rhyme? Would you spin the tale?
Or would you just stand by and let it all go to hell?

Would you script the play? Would you write the song?
Or would you shut your mouth and just try to get along?
Would you write the song? Would you script the play?
Or would you toss your hands up and say it doesn't matter anyway?
Say it doesn't matter anyway