Reflections of Falsehood

The mirror cracks it won't hold the lies A porcelain mask with hollow eyes

False smiles bloom but the roots are dead I hear their whispers inside my

head the neon lights burn through the haze False gods rise

in digital praise they promise gold but give us rust

in their empire of broken trust False faces, false cries, false truths,

False skies False idols stand so tall False bodies bound to fall

False words echo the same False people play the game False

happiness, false pride in the end they