[Verse] The Grandiose of a blinding show Polished promises, golden deal but when the velvet curtains slowly down lady justice bends just to a merely handshakes [Chorus] A hall of smoke and mirror where figures crafted, facts erased the arguments, "this is by design" "we know which is fund, which is fun..." “they don’t need truth, just timing and lighting” [Verse] all the heads reflects, on the frustration surrounding When They see, the one who stands on the podium, and spins the tale [Chorus] A hall of smoke and mirror where figures crafted, facts erased the arguments, "this is by design" "we know which is fund, whis is fun..." [Bridge] An insult to nation, to time, and to place. [Solo] [Chorus] A hall of smoke and mirror where figures crafted, facts erased the arguments, "this is by design" "we know which is fund, whis is fun..." [Outro] "Dear friends, we are not fools," he cries,
