With velvet words
Smooth words
They paint the walls in shades of grey
Hidden thorns in every phrase
And truth the first to fray
To fray
Each whisper spreads like tendrils grasp
In shadows dance, the puppeteer's play
The sub-arms in headlines grip
Cold grip
They weave a tale, so fair a misled
Sweet poison in the guise of truth
False lullabies they spread
They spread
Your whispers spin a silken web
The art of lies dressed up so sleek
Dressed up so sleek
Forced they chased
Expel the ancient wisdom
Move from the sky, they will see now
In headlines grip
Euphoria lasting times
I'm telling you it
I am this love, refine my mind
I'm lining me
On screens they glow, so brightly
The masses sway, in code entwined
Softly held by gilded chains
Illusions stray
The leaves are caught
In marble dreams
As verses burn, the poets lay
Illusions fine