Cranes, tower through our urban skies
And dwarf those who build on progress with their lies
The brave, built few
Politicians, bought cheap
These foundations are becoming too weak
We're on the ropes
Replacing logic for lust
It's getting harder to stretch our wings here
In these cages they build for us
The privileged, they inherit power
But not the wisdom to command
Stunting true progress by planting
Good seeds on hardened ground
Faint sleight of hand
It deceives the eye
And steers from the leaders to the lie
How easily speeches sound pretty
As time and time again
We're drawn, like a moth to a flame
And here you still stand
You with no morals to defend
Well you all lose your charm in the end
Dowsed and burnt in electric light
You're click-bate, disposable, lost to the night
Your likeness belongs to those who bleed you dry
Atop the grey, we're shown the colour that paints the lie
No nothing changes here
Now ain't that the truth?
Old men, they trample all over
The instinct of youth
So question all choices
It's a day late and a dollar short
Revolution is what we're craving,
But not what we're searching for
Faint sleight of hand
Keeps your intentions well hid
And steers from the magician to the trick
How easily it's packed so pretty
As time and time again
We're drawn, like a moth to a flame
And here you still stand
You with no morals to defend
Well you all lose your charm in the end
How easily you're dressed so pretty
As time and time again
We're drawn, like a moth to a flame
And here you still stand
You with no morals to defend
Well you all lose your charm in the end