The Stars are Projectors

In the last second of life, they're gonna show you how
How they run this show, sure, run it into the ground
The stars are projectors, yeah
Projecting our lives down to this planet Earth
The stars are projectors, yeah
Projecting our minds down to this planet Earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They wanna be their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projecting our lives down to this planet Earth
It's all about moderate climates
You gotta be cold and be hot for sure
It's all about the moderate climates
You wanna be blessed and be cursed for sure
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projecting our lives down to this planet Earth
Everyone wants a double feature
They want to be in their own damn teacher, and how
All the stars are projectors, yeah
Projecting our lives down to this planet Earth
You've got the harder part, You've got the kinder heart
And it’s true
I've got the easy part, I've got the harder heart
Ain’t this true
Right wing, left wing, chicken wing
It's built on finding the easier ways through
God is a woman and the woman is
An animal that animals man, and that's you
Was there a need for creation?
That was hidden in a math equation
And that's this֊WHERE DO CIRCLES BEGIN?

“Goodbye Mewt.” Marche whispered, his hand stretching out and slowly falling to the ground. Everything was moving in slow motion, just for this moment and then time stopped. There must have been someone controlling them with a remote control, and they were just a tv show, because it couldn't be true. It couldn't be true.

We’re all in a game, he told himself. Where is the reset button? I’ve played my turn as the villain, now it’s my turn to be the hero. My turn to be blessed.

When time started again someone was screaming. Her hair swung around her face, pink, as she ran towards him. He saw the stars in her face, and on her cheeks. He saw his life in those stars.

“Ritz.” he said, but it was too late anyway. She forgot for just a moment, and that was all it took. It only takes one moment, one mistake for everything to go wrong. But he started the chain reaction. He killed Marche.

“Mewt.” She cried, holding him in her lap now, now that he was finally dying. There was a light coming from behind her, lighting her up from inside. “Don’t go now. I’m sorry Mewt. I’ve never been sorry in my life, but I mean it. I mean it.” She gritted her teeth, and he could hear it.

“It’s ok. I had the easy part this time around.” He told her, as stars fell on his face. “He played the hard part – it’s not easy to be a hero, but I’m ready to try it. I’m ready to try.”

“Bullshit.” she yelled, “There is no easy part!”

“But I’m ready to try…” His voice fell away into silence, until the silence was broken by her wail.

“Why did we create a world like this? Why did it turn out to be so ugly?” she cried, but there was no one left to hear her, not even herself.

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