Irónica Paradoja.

I'm sitting in a room, made up of only big white walls and in the halls there's people looking through the window though they know exactly what we're here for. Don't look up, just let them think. There's no place else you'd rather be. You're always on display for everyone to watch and learn from. Don't you know by now you can't turn back? Because this road is all you'll ever have. And it's obvious that you're dying, dying; just living proof that the camera's lying. And open wide, 'cause this is your night. So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style, you'll go out in style. If you let me I could, I'd show you how to build your fences, set restrictions, separate from the world.