Soulless Bullshit Music

In rooms that never held a soul We found a warmth we couldn’t name The curtains glowed like they were breathing And every shadow learned our names We danced inside the painted light Where every promise knew the script And when the silence started singing We swore it sounded like a gift This is the comfort of the lie The strange embrace we can’t deny We lose ourselves beneath the sky Fake smiles in a fake parade Still holds us when the real ones cry The strange illusion stays alive The flowers here are made of glass They bloom forever in the dark Their perfume tastes like old confessions We drink it down and call it art We wear the faces they designed And call the hollow “home” again The stage is warm, the lights are kind They never ask us where we’ve been This is the comfort of the lie The strange embrace we can’t deny We lose ourselves beneath the sky Fake smiles in a fake parade Still holds us when the real ones cry The strange illusion stays alive And if the truth should ever knock We’ll turn the volume up instead Because the fiction feels like mercy And mercy’s all we ever get This is the comfort of the lie The strange embrace we can’t deny We lose ourselves beneath the sky Fake smiles in a fake parade Still holds us when the real ones cry The strange illusion stays alive The strange illusion stays alive (alive, alive, alive) And we keep dancing anyway