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Backfire, with a smoking gun
And the mask falls off for everyone to see

Backfire, and the coup is done
Pull the needle out, its time to run from me

But don’t let the truth get high
There’s a new stage and a world of lies to breathe

You'd tape my mouth
My lips you'd nail
My tongue ripped out
To hide your shame

Hold tight and breathe, don't suffocate
You'll soon have me on your page
Sewn up till my own dying day

Buried guilt like a child
Keeping your secrets from gluing
and you were taught what was right but you just looked right through it

And the murder of kids you refused to condemn
Did I really hear that well?
How long you expect to elude the karma kill?

Faith. The sanctity of faith
Only serves to alchemise passion into gold
White replicated life
A propensity to imitate all that plays the mark

A face of painted rust
A mask to gain our trust
A fake, a cover up

A parasite needs a host
So chase every lead for every lead could be
The path to someone new
A parasite needs a host

A monkey swings from rope to rope
And monkey has no opinion
Just repeats the last opinion that was spoke

There was an idiot outside who couldn't cut it but he tried
To curry favour whit a child by being morally awry
Behind the cover of a screen and many thousand miles between
He was a 'cowboy' by decree and I'm still laughing at the irony
Of what else that means

The blind lead the blind, eyes closed, hands tied
Give the order to fire, start a war you can't survive

A puppet hears from the stage
The audience applause for the puppeteers’ display
But the marionette believes it’s for she
"I’ll perform by myself" she thought, and petulantly cut her strings

I am the one who picked you up from your cold wooden sleep
I am the one who brought you life graceful

You had me think.
That in a world infected with fools
We were under the same sky.
In a scene directed by you.

And to help serve your self-serving nature.
You alienated the ones who loved us.
To fragment the target away from the threat

Could I be wrong, or did I just watch you cut your own throat to maintain a sense of control?
Within, where logic sleeps with the pigs
I'm half in your world, so you drag me down with your ship

Lead us into war, leave the real world behind
Give in to scorn
Burn, run and hide