The reach of words depends If they are superficial or soulful There is no way of knowing the true colors of the heart It depends if the person is honest In the interception between lies and truths is a decision No one will openly show their soul No one will show their weakness So the behavior that is put on display is often simply an act To charm the crowd, to obtain the crown How far until the world is overflowing with lies? The values and morals are on the decline Soulshow, not all gardens are free of plagues Soulshow, just putting up a charade Soulshow, it's hard to see the world through a distorted crystal Soulshow, the exchange of dishonesty while exchanging personal paintings The irony is that no one will show their true self Just music made from the echoes that are sold in bulk There is no originality left, due to the corruption Showing the true nature of the soul only to themselves Mostly fooling, those that buy what they think is being sold, only for them to realize they have been scammed There is no foresight, even though evil roams in abundance Humans are so trusting, in the acting skills of others A smiling enemy dressed in unfelt kindness No one truly shows their true nature It would mostly mean the end of their manipulation Falling like puzzle pieces in place, so peacefully and all with grace There's no rush, though the world is heading towards extinction Soulshow, the gathering hypocritical jesters who mean all seriousness while being possessed by laughter Soulshow, I'm a clown girl that is bad at putting on a show, always being made fun of for the wrong reasons Soulshow, my heart is not there, behind the smile, though the pink deception tricks those that meddle Soulshow, no one will see, the grim reality unless I decide to show the chains that hide behind my cuteness The song of the dove, stands out in the darkness The crow's shadow, is the night itself Soulshow, words hardly are told in a meaningful way, though they are often treated like pure honesty Soulshow, the display of human nature
