as the city runs in terror, their minds are all

possessed
and they act under the bidding of a strange,
lone miracle
without shame
without aim
it spreads
from nerve to nerve
it is the misbelief made manifest that circles
through
pretending to be you
stained so deep in everyones hearts
you can search for me all you want

in a heart of retribution
came when he finally saw the truth behind
their masks
they dream all they want
of the dreams made for them
play it again and see the end and
watch the hundreds try to start over again
what should i worry? its not like its me
again
God is still the one you can blame

once,
without a clue,
under all the fading memories
i was enchanted

changing smiles
and whole lifestyles
well, to say the least
there is no boundary to keep these lies from
seeping through
pretending to be you
ah, the sound of utopia
yes, no doubt, it rings in my ear