Fakes & Friends

The King was seen
Reaching for his gun
He shot the screen
And then the show was done

Now here's our king
With jesters in his ear
They dance and sing
The song he loves to hear

I've seen this show
I know how this ends
It's all aglow
But it's just fakes and friends
It's just fakes and friends

I believe in resurrection
I believe in God's correction
We overrule your objection
You say, "Fake news"
We say, the fake one here is you
We say, yeah, fake you

"Truth," he said
"I'm not sure what you mean"
Then Pilate fled
He promptly left the scene

I've seen this show
It's a Pilate episode
I've heard these tones
It's so absurd
'Cause it sounds like words
But it's all just grunts and groans
Just empty grunts and groans

Do you believe in resurrection?
Can you conceive of God's correction?
We overrule your objection
You say, "Fake news"
We say, the fake one here is you
We say, yeah, fake you

The King is dead
The one who shot the screen
And Pilate fled
We all depart the scene

Reality shall be vindicated
And history shall rate the overrated
This show is so overrated

I'm no king
And I don't own a gun
So I'll just sing
Until this show
Until this song is done