You march in your gilded cage Smile polite, yet the venom drips Painted masks hide the broken truth Call it justice, call it proof Lift your banners, hide the knives Step in line with polished lies All applause, yet no one sees The cruelty sleeps in quiet pleas Broken parade, you dance for me Smile so wide, but it cuts so deep Clap your hands, enjoy the scene Pretty words for something mean Parade of fools in shadowed light Polished shoes tap through the night Laughter rings, it’s all a lie Till the banners bleed, and we comply Lift your banners, hide the knives Step in line with polished lies All applause, yet no one sees The cruelty sleeps in quiet pleas Broken parade, you dance for me Smile so wide, but it cuts so deep Clap your hands, enjoy the scene Pretty words for something mean Say it soft… whisper through the smoke No one listens till the banners choke Till the circus breaks and all deceives Broken parade, you dance for me Smile so wide, but it cuts so deep Clap your hands, enjoy the scene Pretty words for something mean Broken parade… softly… fades…
