But we're not there

Get your fucking hands up
Get on out of your seats
All eyes on me, all eyes on me

...But we’re not there. There’s a cheering-audience soundtrack, but it’s fake, Burnham knows it’s fake, he’s the one who put it there. He doesn’t know whether we’re watching, whether our hands are up, whether all eyes are on him.

  1. ​Bo Burnham: Inside​