Costumes

Seduced by the war machine
Their lies are sold on the news
Disguised as hope
To seize control

It's all a show
To keep dropping bombs
It's all a show
To tease you along

Their tether's got a hold on me

Few ever know the face
Of who they think they've known
These brutes are never not on stage
Costumes are age-old

Not to be believed

Consumed by what's on a screen
Fools buy the quotes all unproved
Defined by ghosts
You'll repeat a hoax

It's all a show
To feign you belong
It's all a show
To attain applause

Pleasure's got a hold of me

Our views never break their ways
We're used then overthrown
Their feuds sever rapports we've made
Costumes decay our homes
Costumes are changed for votes

We're meant to be deceived

We're due for better and brighter days
But truth's no longer the goal
We'll fume over aimless hearsay
Costumes make us feel woke
Costumes are all we're sold

Get out the guillotines



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Gibson
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