we live in a theater

nothing that is said exists

we are innate to our own artificial vitality

nothing matters

but clothes that we carelessly (CAREFULLY)pick out, music we pretend we listen to, 

and uncouth habits that we [don't] try so hard to maintain

nothing matters 

but contrived curtains that keep us safe

curtains don't open because

theater is a classroom

there are rules here. we pretend there are no rules

(the high school musical except a bit edgier)