smoke and mirrors, secret hallways.nour home, left behind in ruin, became somone's sacred holy land.nand still, searching for the devine, your plague will choke the life from us.none day we will learn to stand.nno one in front, none above, not quite sure what we've become.nwe're all great communicators and all such fucking fakers.nwe're doves with golden haloes shot dead in the streets.nand looking up with fear, clouds open wide.nwe stand, mouths agape at smoke and mirrors: your fucking lie.n