The Illusions That Exalt The Masses Vs. A Thousand Truths

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