Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead!

Heads! Heads! Heads again! Ninety-two times in a row, it’s insane! Who am I? Are you Guildenstern? Or am I Rosencrantz? It's your turn! We were called... by a messenger, right? Woke up in the middle of the night. No memory! No past to trace! Just two lost faces in a scripted space! Where are we going? We have no control. There must have been a moment, right at the start. It’s all a bit like a question of identity, apart. We are just footnotes in a prince's play! Moving in circles, fading away! The coin keeps flipping, the laws are suspended, We die in the dark before we comprehended! Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead! Yeah! Words, words, words—then the line is said. Caught in the wings, with nowhere to stay, A pair of consenting adults in disarray! The Player appears with his tragedy crew, Selling us deaths that are fake but true! A stage on a boat, a letter in hand, A sentence we don't even understand! "Gamlet is mad," the royalty cries, But we are the ones with the blindfolded eyes! We can't change the lines! We can't step aside! Just dynamic casualties of a royal suicide! What a fine mesh of destiny, tight as a net, A death, a death—have we had it yet? Flip the coin! We are capable of anything, perhaps, But we are never where we are, perhaps. Which way is east? Which way is home? If we don't move... do we still exist alone? There must have been a moment... at the start... Where we could have said no... and changed the part! But we missed it! NOW! There is only one direction. We are called, we come. We are just footnotes in a prince's play! Moving in circles, fading away! The coin keeps flipping, the laws are suspended, We die in the dark before we comprehended! Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead! Words, words, words—then the line is said. Caught in the wings, with nowhere to stay, A pair of consenting adults in disarray! Am I Rosencrantz? No, you are Guildenstern. ...Never mind.