House Of Mirrors Video (MV)

Yeah!
They tell us it's a game, but we're stuck in a maze,
Where every word they say just bends and sways.
Promises like smoke, they rise and then they're gone,
While we're left standing in the dust at dawn.
Blegh!
Debates turned to theater, nothing seems real,
They speak in circles just to close the deal.
We chase the headlines, but the truth's out of sight,
In this house of mirrors, we're losing the fight.
It's all a show, don't you know?,
They're selling lies, wearing a disguise.
Behind the glass, they hide the cracks,
And every step we take, we're falling back.
In the halls of power, we're just the pawns,
While they play the game, we're left to carry on.
House of mirrors, where the truth is bent,
In this endless spin, we wonder where it went.
They talk about change, but nothing seems to shift,
The rich get richer, while the rest are adrift.
Broken promises etched in the sky,
While the ones who lead just watch from on high.
They speak of justice, but it's out of reach,
Drowning in the noise of their empty speech.
We fight for scraps while they feast on gold,
Modern politics, the story never told.
It's all a show, don't you know?
They're selling lies, wearing a disguise.
Behind the glass, they hide the cracks,
And every step we take, we're falling back.
In the halls of power, we're just the pawns,
While they play the game, we're left to carry on.
House of mirrors, where the truth is bent,
In this endless spin, we wonder where it went.
Tell me, when did hope become a shallow phrase?
When did we trade freedom for the cheapest praise?
We're screaming out loud, but no one can hear,
The future they're building is fueled by fear.
It's all a show, don't you know?
They're selling lies, wearing a disguise.
Behind the glass, they hide the cracks,
Modern politics a story never told.
It's all a show, don't you know?
They're selling lies, wearing a disguise.
Behind the glass, they hide the cracks,
And every step we take we're falling
Back.
In the halls of power, we're just the pawns,
While they play the game, we're left to carry on.
House of mirrors, where the truth is bent,
In this endless spin, we wonder where it went.
Tell me, when did hope become a shallow phrase?
When did we trade freedom for the cheapest praise?
We're screaming out loud, but no one can hear,
The future they're building is fueled by fear.
Ita all a show don't you know?
When did hope become a shallow phrase?
When did we trade freedom for the cheapest praise?
We're screaming out loud, but no one can hear,
The future they're building is fueled by fear.