Face the lights,
They'll blind you with forged daylight
So bright the audience dissolve
To darkened oblivion.
A counterfeit nighttime
To match our imagined scene.

Leaving only white heat
From the blazing bulbs
To scorch powdered faces
And blot out the passing of time.

As we recall sights we never saw
And pass lives by line by line
We'll be made-up men from a very real time.