Charade of Wolves

You stand at the pulpit, dressed to impress, with your congregation fooled
You may have learned to play the game, but you've forgotten nothing truly goes unseen
I know you've chosen to ignore conviction
A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden
This won't last
You may have learned to play the game, but nothing goes unseen

I know you've chosen to ignore conviction
A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden

Your words are laced; they are poison
Your actions reveal your true face

This is the price of what you've always wanted; what selfishness brings
Your final call - the means to an end
What went wrong?
Now as the doors to all your dreams - to your ambitions slam shut, do you feel fear at all?
Your words are laced; they are poison
Your actions reveal your true face