Calculated narration falls from a tainted tongue

A painting stitched together woven from a thread hand-sewn

Draped across the backs of hungry and distracted friends of foes

Reality perceived is hidden in a shadow

Mal-intent is never shown

Fed the fodder shaped by hands unknown

Swallowing a fiction that's been grown



They'll distort the truth

Package it as proof

Diagram that suits

Tangled ink on the page illustrating the lies we believe



Storm clouds gather, deluge sets to task

Can't be bothered, questions go unasked

Rally round our tables made of stone

Buried in the sand we feel at home

Contrived with fraud in mind

They've formulated life

They built the house we dwell inside

Our minds were made before we tried

Soak up the scenes that we are shown

It's hard to break from paths so known



They'll distort the truth

Package it as proof

Diagram that suits

Tangled ink on the page illustrating the lies we believe

Full collapse of truth is handed out as proof

A framework that suits

Drying ink on a page illustrating the face that deceives



(Peel back screens, now you found out never trust a talking head)

Orchestration is able to tip weight in favor of

(Scripted teeth scream, you need to be afraid of something)

Evil actions condoned in the absence of information

(Peel back screens, now you found out never trust a talking head)

This contest is won with what's real

(Scripted teeth scream, you need to be afraid of something)

How can minds be made able to wade through madness surreal?



Madness so surreal