Phantomime

Smooth the cracks and blot the flaws
In blue and black, doll-up the corpse
Dream figurine onto the stage
Grotesque to the test
Paint the paint, sit and watch it set
On a face that will never again see the day
There's horror, horror, horror in your design
Phantomime phantomime
I can see the strings
And the signs of the thing you've become
I'm starting to feel
That there's really nothing to reveal
Give the lie to your disguise
Cloak the dagger, camera shy
Cover up the cover-up and deny
Turn the lights off to dance
Shield your eyes
Play nice and wash your hands
Of the father, the son and all the rest of the gang
They're monsters, monsters, monsters in your eyes
Phantomime phantomime
I can see the strings
And the signs of the thing you've become
Nothing to conceal
Nothing that's really that real
Mask your mask and walk the boards
Only hacks should bask in forced applause
Friends pretend watching from the gods
Trash the plastic full of void
Smash the cast and lash all of the toys
With the voice of the angel of the odd
As fear, fear, fear clouds your mind
Phantomime phantomime
I can see the strings
And the signs of the thing you've become