Painted Faces

A work of art, a hidden heart
A truth the world can't see
But it's the world you're after
The lust and the pride
You've tucked deep inside
Just look at yourself
Improve yourself
Pretend it's all okay
Don't let anyone know about the passions churning underneath

Everything's fine
The parties just begun
It's all painting, singing, dancing
Drugs and flowing wine
Everything's good
No one dares complain
Not a sad thought to be found within this happy land of dreams

A work of art, this face of yours
Painted exquisitely
Sealing in the lies we've swallowed so easily
Now in this happy world they tell us all we want to hear
"Success is just around the corner
Happiness is almost here"

Why is it that you go to bed
with pangs of emptiness?
Why is it that with every hit
You laugh a little less?
I can see the cracks in your painted smile from here
I can hear the footsteps of wrath drawing near
And that empty feeling creeps on you only growing stronger
While fools dance and play their songs
The cup overflows
Your cup runneth over

Walking 'round with painted faces
Spreading the good news
If no one can love anyone, then
At least these masks will do
Painted grins disguise us
as we prepare our souls for rest
Dreaming of that perfect world
With spotless, painted friends
Where no one is unhappy
No one tells you that you're wrong
Only perfect people love you
And the blemishes are gone
But you are a vapor
that vanishes away
No amount of paint can hide
Your transitory state

But everything's fine
The party's just begun
It's all painting, singing, dancing
Drugs and flowing wine
Everything's good
Oh
No one dares complain
Not a sad thought to be found within this happy land of dreams
Oh yeah