Smokescreen Songtext

Red Handed Denial

von A Journey Through Virtual Dystopia

Smokescreen Songtext
Bend me, break me
Whittle me down to nothing more than a daydream, charade
Dancing in a wicked masquerade
I've spent my life protecting who I love from who I am
The vicious games you play
Conceal your motives like a snake

Smokescreen
Betray your blood
The damage is engrained
The pious lies you preach
Your soapbox echoing
Without suspicion, there is no love here

Day after day
I am haunted by the things that I can't change
Fairweather faith
Beneath the weight I'll carry to your grave

Unsafe, no refuge
No space, so subdued
No sanctuary for the "damned" and the "broken"
Your empty heads in sand
Let's pretend I don't exist

Smokescreen
Betray your fucking blood
The damage is done
The pious lies you preach
Your soapbox echoing
Without suspicion, there is no love here

Day after day
I am haunted by the things that I can't change
Fairweather faith
Beneath the weight I'll carry to your grave
Day after day
I am haunted by the things that I can't change
Fairweather faith
Beneath the weight I'll carry to your grave

It begs the question
It begs the question
Would you still love me?
Would you still love me?

Unsafe
I beg
No more charade
Await your grave
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