Performer's Dilemma ft. Kasane Teto [Synth V Original]

I got nostalgic.

I really wanted to try making like a full blown Vocaloid PV, but it feels like they've gotten so high quality. I decided to pay homage to a retired producer (Inumaru Shibaigoya) that first made me feel like maybe I could someday make a PV when I was younger. If anyone's interested I'm debating making one of those 'I made an Inumaru Shibaigoya song!' videos and have a bunch of notes and outlines analyzing my favorite songs of theirs as well as my own song process.

Instrumental Link is here! There's a version with the bg vocals and without: https://www.youtube.com/redirect?even...

Lyrics:
A dingy theatre that's not up to code
I act my script out for a sold out show
Recite my stilted lines as best I can and perform the motions

I wrote the ending with my own two hands
He gets the girl, sealed with a wedding band
Plunged into darkness, see the curtains fall, and a voice I could know echoes

No, that's not what ending it's craving so find it before you dissolve in the prose
Think deeply, think truly before you write poorly, and ask yourself one simple thing— are you honest ?

I dot the i's and cross the t's, but the setting doesn't change (Worthless written lies)
As the pages turn me back, words thrown in disarrange (Straight from your heart)
She catches up and begs the question before the turning page (Tell me what's the end?)
I don't know. No. Know? No, I just don't know!
(Do you know? You know? You don't? Oh, no! )
I can't see the way the story goes
(You can't see the way the story goes?)

Another person slipped between the cracks
She searches meaning from among the act
Keep tracing fingers over lines of text, you'll come up empty

A hero, princess, savior, or a fool
You think they'd let us stray outside their rules?
But go on treading down the canon path, trying dead end tropes til curtains

I don't know what ending it's craving, they don't fit My fingertips stain black with ink
Think deeply? Think truly? My penmanship's lousy and all I can wonder's one thing— should I be here?

Now dot your i's and cross your t's, we can't have not one mistake (Messy written lines)
As the pages blow you back, world thrown in disarrange (Stay away from my heart)
And I can't help but beg the question before the turning page (Tell me how it ends?)
Do you know? You "no!" You don't? Oh, no!
(I don't know. No. Know? No, I just don't know!)
Why so scared with how your story goes?
(I'm too scared of how the story goes)

A hostile theatre that could eat you whole
I watch you pantomime your shallow role
Choke past those flimsy lines do what you're told 'til you can't feel your soul

I've known a long long time it's gotta change
But I can't see what lies beyond the stage
Plunged into darkness as the curtains fall,
I see your face (You can't see my face)

I duck through lies and duck the t's, see my world frozen in shape (Worthless written lies)
As the pages cut my back, words sharped up with pain (Straight from your heart)
And I can hardly hear her question before she leaves the page (Tell me what's the end?)
I don't know. No. Know? No, I just don't know!
(Do you know? You know? You don't? Oh, no!
I can't see the way the story goes
(you can't see the way the story goes?)
without you!

Come cross the i's and dot the t's, rip the setting from its place (See between the lines)
As the pages send us forth, world turned around and changed (Show me your heart)
Your hand in mine, I beg the question before the turning page (Tell me, what's the end?)
Now I know! No? Know! No, and now I know!
(Do you know? You "no?" And now you know!
We can see the way the story goes

Hey, you know? You know? You don't? You'll know
in the front row of my brand new show