How the fake pretend

how the fake pretend.

when will they learn?
when will they see?
when will they know?
how the fake pretend.

with bags and fur they strut,
and sprinkle thier stories,
that are obsorbed by conversation.
how the fake pretend.

red moons shine in thier eyes,
as excitment overtakes,
knowing they ve pulled it off.
how the fake pretend.

ballydancer i was,
my fathers been to the moon,
"thats soo passe dahrling".
how the fake pretend.

stars smash above them,
as sins flow from thier mouths,
dirtying the minds of others.
how the fake pretend.

why does it bother me so?
its thier story let them tell it,
im just jelous for the glory.
how the fake pretend

like foggy mists they walk,
obstucting the clear blue,
clouding up thoughts of reality.
how the fake pretend

i know this world stretches the truth,
with the notions of creation.
but who did they evolve from?
how the fake pretend.

is it only me who notices?
how thier lies mingle with tales,
and tales mingle with truth.
how the fake pretend.