[Intro] Yeah... Welcome to the miracle market. Hope's on sale... Truth costs extra. [Verse 1] Fresh press suit with a secondhand grin Whole career built on where the cameras been Smile so white, got the sponsor's glow Sold ten dreams, never watched one grow Talking in circles, calling it deep Counting your followers instead of your sheep You don't move mountains, you move the goalposts Living off applause from a room full of ghosts Every new slogan comes factory sealed Every fake wound got a branding deal Truth don't trend, so you buried the file Now you're selling empty boxes by the mile [Pre-Chorus] The louder they shout... The lighter the facts. The bigger the stage... The thinner the acts. [Chorus] Snake oil saints Bottle up smoke, put a gold cap on it Snake oil saints Call it wisdom, slap a price tag on it Paper halos Plastic grace Everybody selling The latest face Snake oil saints... The sermon ends... The invoice starts. [Verse 2] Got a rented crown and a borrowed name Different mask, but it's still the same game Built your castle on a comment thread Now you're terrified the hype goes dead Every hot take got an expiration date Every fake king got a fragile fate You're chasing headlines like they're oxygen Meanwhile truth just walked right in Bought your confidence wholesale cheap Couldn't fake depth if it was ankle deep You sell certainty by the gallon, friend... Then rewrite history again and again. [Pre-Chorus 2] They sell fear... They sell fame... They change the label... Not the game. Everybody's buying What they already know— If it sounds too certain, Watch your wallet go. [Chorus] Snake oil saints Bottle up smoke, put a gold cap on it Snake oil saints Call it wisdom, slap a price tag on it Paper halos Plastic grace Everybody selling The latest face Snake oil saints... The sermon ends... The invoice starts. [Verse 3] Every fresh disguise gets a standing ovation Every polished lie finds a new generation Truth shows up wearing yesterday's clothes While hype rides first class wherever it goes You rented conviction by the hour again Changed your colors with the weather and the trend Building your kingdom on disposable fame Different headline... Same old game. When the lights go dark and the cameras leave Who's still standing when there's no one to deceive? Echoes don't clap and mirrors don't cheer Funny how honesty survives every year. [Bridge] Gold paint peels. Glass cracks. Echoes fade. Facts don't. Every spotlight burns out... Every costume comes off... Every curtain falls... And the silence keeps score. [Final Chorus] Snake oil saints Still blessing wallets while the souls stay broke Snake oil saints Every punchline wrapped inside a joke Cheap salvation Premium lies Smoke machines And dollar signs Snake oil saints... When the lights go black... Only the truth knows your name. [Outro] No miracle. No mystery. Just better marketing... ...and worse excuses.
