Pretense

Fancy wine and fancy people
Pouring drinks loosens good feelings
Things made out of gold don't shatter
Words sound better on a guilded platter
Scratch my back and I'll stab yours
But we'll pretend no one's keeping score
Mirror mirror on the wall won't tell me I'm the fairest
But misery loves flattery so all your vacant words I'll cherish

You think that you can build a castle
Out of bricks that are made from plastic
And you watch all of your pretense turn to money like it's magic
I think that you should know all that glitters isn't real
But no one wants to hear that when there's diamonds on their mantle

And if I called the cops then you'd just buy them off
And if you get in trouble you'll just blame it on the cocktail
There's blood on your shoes and you claim its all for God
Virtue has it's price but pretense has no cost

Flowers wilting on the staircase
Rehearsed sorry's make an appearance
Your mindless mantra keeps repeating
So many words so little meaning

You like to listen to your own voice
Clapping hands are your favorite noise
Anyone could be guilty as long as it's not you
No such thing as hypocrisy if it's all a power move

You think that you can build a castle
Out of bricks that are made from plastic
And you watch all of your pretense turn to money like it's magic
I think that you should know all that glitters isn't real
But no one wants to hear that when there's diamonds on their mantle

And if I called the cops then you'd just buy them off
And if you get in trouble you'll just blame it on the cocktail
There's blood on your shoes and you claim it's all for God
Virtue has its price but pretense has no cost

Everything is greener when it's on your side
And a rose by a different name would still be the same
So you'll keep touching pretty things and make them die
And I'll watch you all self righteous standing on the guilt you deny
And you'll call me emotional
But a tight shirt makes you lose control
I don't want to listen anymore

You'll call me emotional
But a tight shirt makes you lose control
I don't want to listen anymore

You think that you can build a castle
Out of bricks that are made from plastic
And you watch all of your pretense turn to money like it's magic
I think that you should know all that glitters isn't real
But no one wants to hear that when there's diamonds on their mantle

And if I called the cops then you'd just buy them off
And if you get in trouble you'll just blame it on the cocktail
There's blood on your shoes and you claim it's all for God
Virtue has its price but pretense has no cost