Soft Weapons

Calculated narration falls from a tainted tongue
A painting stitched together woven from a thread hand-sewn
Draped across the backs of hungry and distracted friends of foes
Reality perceived is hidden in a shadow
Mal-intent is never shown
Fed the fodder shaped by hands unknown
Swallowing a fiction that's been grown

They'll distort the truth
Package it as proof
Diagram that suits
Tangled ink on the page illustrating the lies we believe

Storm clouds gather, deluge sets to task
Can't be bothered, questions go unasked
Rally round our tables made of stone
Buried in the sand we feel at home
Contrived with fraud in mind
They've formulated life
They built the house we dwell inside
Our minds were made before we tried
Soak up the scenes that we are shown
It's hard to break from paths so known

They'll distort the truth
Package it as proof
Diagram that suits
Tangled ink on the page illustrating the lies we believe
Full collapse of truth is handed out as proof
A framework that suits
Drying ink on a page illustrating the face that deceives

(Peel back screens, now you found out never trust a talking head)
Orchestration is able to tip weight in favor of
(Scripted teeth scream, you need to be afraid of something)
Evil actions condoned in the absence of information
(Peel back screens, now you found out never trust a talking head)
This contest is won with what's real
(Scripted teeth scream, you need to be afraid of something)
How can minds be made able to wade through madness surreal?

Madness so surreal