Deception wore the most luxurious diadems
Filling echo chambers from coast to coast
Banging tunes with subterfuge for lyrics
CGI correction over atrocities assuming if there’s no pixelation in sight
Like a thousand flocks of ostriches
Heads depart into suburban dunes
Maybe that California girl was right about the world being chained
Tunnel vision in full effect
Walls emerge to block veritable light
Instead of LCD skies
Yet the cogs of the illusions keep turning
Through blissful inaction
