you know it almost makes sense

from my side of the fence

the illusion of great

that simple twist of fate

yet the surrounding air is just too dense

cha-rod or charade

its just a fucking game

and you often play it so well

but I've been at the base

of the mighty mountain face

I've seen where the bodies fell

so hide behind those false smiles

and the shit heaped in piles

curtains always come down

and I will be around

and the smoke will be seen for miles