An endless cave with ping pong echoes Political egos inside scuttling geckos So many words without a trace of meaning Aimless pawns without a chance of queening No such thing as a righteous demand No communication except sleight of hand Jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces Pretentious zealots without ermine fleeces They look you in the face with hollow eyes Speaking half-truths to tantalise They’re mixing up a potion of truth and lies Hear my voice, gonna exercise my choice Time to see through the devil’s disguise Minstrels who whine, can’t find their tune Clowns in a circus that lost their costume I’m looking at a ghoul with an empty script All too late cos his veins have been pricked Scripted thoughts and parrot repetitions No fruit on the tree, only apparitions Thought police loiter, poised to charge us Demonic spies with haloed mirages They look you in the face with hollow eyes Speaking half-truths to tantalise They’re mixing up a potion of truth and lies Hear my voice, gonna exercise my choice Time to see through the devil’s disguise And what lies beyond those hollow eyes
