Subterfuge

The earth ain’t round it’s flat
That’s no lie, it’s fact
How do I know I hear you ask
Well I stood at the edge, looked down
Saw the burning floor through the slits in my mask

Cover stories, secrets, and deceit
Our thoughts sent to war
To make truth from the lies to make our lives of slavery complete

There is no truth, it’s all been removed
Fucked with, messed up and turned upside-down
Twisted, stretched, burnt, and drowned

There is no truth, it’s been distorted
Ripped up, spat on, and turned inside-out
Squashed and pulled, beyond any doubt

The moon isn’t there it’s fake
It’s no lie, make no mistake
How do I know I hear you ask
Well I looked up, stared long at its face
Saw the hologram flicker through the slits in my mask

Cover-ups, secrets, and deceit
Our thoughts sent to war
To make lies from the truth to make our lives of servitude complete

The earth ain’t round, it’s flat and Heaven isn’t white it’s black
so what does life mean when our minds are full of dreams that
reality tears away from the seams and all that is heard is our
agonising screams and so we travel the bridge of broken
beams and thus we fall from our dreams that are torn from
their seams and all that is heard are our intensified screams