Led astray, pretty signs written in lies wrapped with silk
Easier to swallow without question
Compass intentionally giving wrong directions
Confusion coated fried minds for sale
We want excuses, never progress, pissing hours away
Here they go, flying as damaged reasoning, quacking loud
So beautiful until the hidden knives are seen
Armed by us, pay an ungodly price
Lies, deception, and excuses, migration.
Flying ahead to block escape route roads
Confrontation to live freely
Escape group think.
Pretty signs wrapped in green paper.
