Raised on midnight movies Lipstick saints and silver screens Men in uniforms of freedom Pulling wires behind the scenes Glitter gods and dancing rebels Swore they’d tear the system down But every stage needs lights And someone owns the town Who writes the script? Who pays the band? Reality’s a traveling show Somebody built it, somebody knows I move through the smoke and glow ........Never owned Temples made of money Ghosts inside the throne I walk in shadow To walk on my own Prophets laughing Under neon skies Freedom burns like gasoline Truth in a new disguise Stories carved in marble Myths in sacred groves Some are fed on fear Some are fed... by what we love Maybe reality’s a river a Liquid hall of mirrors A borrowed skin, an old costume Worn by saints and sinners stages built in history The script written long ago Reality’s a traveling show I'll choose where i go Through the systems Through the saints and the crows Build your paper kingdoms Crown your golden drones I am not your institution I am walking on bones
