Worlds Best Actor Uncut

Written, arranged and scripted by Sean Currell. ©AmerxenosMusic ©EmmaXenosMusic ©PACIFICA ©2026 Worlds Best Actor (Verse 1) There's a faded light on, but nobody's home, He's the two Star Court Jester that used to be five Now he's stuck in a recursive loop And barely alive inside The simplest thing— just a simple set up Takes an hour of wading through a checklist of the mundane The seconds are stretching, the minutes are deep He’s living a decade before , even a heart beat Zones out like his souls not even present Till the mind wakes up and time is on the descent. (Pre-Chorus) The clock on the wall is a liar and a thief Measuring out every moment of slowly consumed grief There's a certificate on the wall that spells out a fucken hard truth, that's way above the pay grade And a Conflict of interest , that's zoned out most days Surrounded by science, that's past due an upgrade he moves through the grey, does well to hide the decay With a smile that says: "im having a great day." "Haha" (Chorus) He’s made his peace now, you won't see a sign Telling you the price, or where he drew the line There won’t be a glimmer from the blade of a knife Just the quiet surrender of a well-rehearsed life The sun will be out, he’ll be happy as the day The World’s Best Actor, pretending everything’s okay. (Verse 2) They take what he gives for granted Like they could do it better They breathe in his effort and give back no air He’s invisible labour, a ghost in the gear Doing the work of a thousand long years Theres no fuel in the engine, no spark for the boiler Just the cold, idea of an unlit fire he keeps the pace slow, but he keeps the face bright No will, to hurry the day when there's only the night and An air that reeks of second hand excuses , and passing the book In a shell of a workspace, we're no one gives a fuck (Chorus) He’s made his peace now, you won't see a sign Telling you the price, or where he drew the line There won’t be a glimmer from the blade of a knife Just the quiet surrender of a well-rehearsed life The sun will be out, he’ll be happy as the day The World’s Best Actor, pretending everything’s okay. (Bridge) Around and around in the mundane loop Same shit, different day Isn't that the truth It doesn't matter if he's fast, it doesn't matter if he's slow The end of the play is just the prelude to tomorrow (Outro) Three times as long just to stand in his own space Three times as long just to wear his own face. The World’s Best Actor... The days are getting longer. But it’s okay. It’s almost over. Not living--- Just Excisting, in a Life like, an original one off feature And there's no Fucken sequel. "Ha ha ha ha ha" " I"ll see --myself out,---fuckers"