Dinner Just Got Political, So Hold on to your seats or Tear Each Other Apart

[Verse 1]
A history, of legends
Written by and for none other than your kings and queens of the majority
Your majesty, dare I say
I see, Desire floods your eyes at the sight of

Pseudo-blue-sky magical, fragile imaginary delusions
Beneath the tapestry lies the rotting wood
Whose hollowed insides
Bleed faux blood from it’s phantom heart

[Chorus]
The mansion of hypocrisy, consumed by saturated paint found itself
Decayed and depraved, dressed in happiness, inhabited by brain-dead Americans
Comatose, battery-machine-dream Americans
Living in surealities sculpted by the corporate city

Locked inside a prison, the full and absolute composition of existence
Is the system, nothing more forever kept
Feeding it, bleed and bleed
Until one day you find that there’s none of you left to feel anything

[Verse 2]
Tonight, we serve
Death on a silver gilded platter
To sensationalist rhetoric embellished with spinose rose mottoes
Refreshments include
Hemlock laced Champaign and belladonna cocktails
For those behind an innocent disguise

First act stars
Public puppets, marionettes, dangling from dollar bills
Oh these, power hungry animals
Second act(The Party’s)
Eyes begin to shut as their hypnotist manifests the dream

[Chorus]
The mansion of hypocrisy, consumed by saturated paint found itself
Decayed and depraved, dressed in happiness, inhabited by brain-dead Americans
Comatose, battery-machine-dream Americans
Living in surealities sculpted by the corporate city

Locked inside a prison, the full and absolute composition of existence
Is the system, nothing more forever kept
Feeding it, bleed and bleed
Until one day you find that there’s none of you left to feel anything