Selling dreams, futures and the lie
Make it better with a false-bottomed smile
Whatever it takes to mask your crime
Hidden agenda’s there’s always a price to pay
So much pressure, always seems the way
Greed and desire twist the words again
A game of chance where no one knows the odds
Green religion, bow to your false god
But will the means justify the end
Build your, fortune with castles made of sand
But were you dealt the dead mans hand
A stacked deck is all you have
What if the cards don’t go your way
Judge, jury, executioner have their say
Sold into your life of slavery
Yesterday’s news left behind amen
The cycle repeats over again
Fresh blood for the taking
Feed you the lies
Gamble your time
The stakes are high for you to play
Walk the white line
Follow the red sign
But maybe there’s a better way
Publisher: Tempest Eye Music (www.tempesteye.com)
Copyright 2006 Tempest Eye Records
Copyright 2008
The Masked Musician / Tempest Eye Records