Static - Assemblage 23

It’s a tangled web we weave, an eloquent debris

When we drape the truth in such a grotesque tapestry

Embellished words and deeds, a fictional disguise

Imagined glories fade beneath the weight of lies

It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules

Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth

A mental static — a cognitive dissonance

The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense

Image to cultivate, illusion to maintain

Vulgar in sentiment and wrapped in the profane

The cracks in the façade too numerous to count

The points of weakness are of infinite amount

It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules

Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth

A mental static — a cognitive dissonance

The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense

The story falls apart like ruins in decay

The truth exposed at last to the blinding light of day

A fallen city burns where once it stood so tall

Brought down by the deadly myth that penetrates its walls

It’s a game we play and we agreed upon the rules

Pretend our make-believe is basically the truth

A mental static — a cognitive dissonance

The lies we tell ourselves will increase in expense