Play it Home

They move like twins in a frame

Same smile, same skin, same name

Backstage dust on a gold-plated tongue

A borrowed face for the cameras hung

I saw the seams in the grin

A little too smooth in the skin

A little too still in the eye

Like somebody learned how to lie

Tell me what they hide

Behind the pretty shine

Tell me who decides

Who gets to wear the night

Glass mask parade

Glass mask parade

They all look made

Glass mask parade

Clone by clone

Bone by bone

They eat the script

Then play it home

In the pantry, the labels laughed

Red can silence and a black-ink draft

High-rise guests with their polished teeth

Hands in the feast, and the feast beneath

You said the rumor was just a joke

But the room got cold when the curtain broke

Every grin felt stitched too tight

Every promise dressed in borrowed light

Tell me what they hide

Behind the pretty shine

Tell me who decides

Who gets to wear the night

Glass mask parade

Glass mask parade

They all look made

Glass mask parade

Clone by clone

Bone by bone

They eat the script

Then play it home

If the feast is people

Then who gets served?

If the king is empty

Why do we still curtsy and swerve?

Glass mask parade

Glass mask parade

They all look made

Glass mask parade

Clone by clone

Bone by bone

They eat the script

Then play it home

Glass mask parade

Glass mask parade

Behind the chrome

They’re all alone

You reptilian fucks are out of adrenochrome..., hahahahahahaha!