Illusions

A thin tactic desperate plea
Cyphered as an illusion to me
Immortal souls, Worn as holes
But no one knows, its all for show
'Cept for the tears below
Impairing visions of tommorrow
Are you still grieving?

They let him down, They let him down
They let him down, They let him down

Paranoid as jealous love
Broken lenses and leather gloves
Displayed as fancied confidence
With mystic tans and shattered promises
When it burns, it just crumbles down
You turn around, I see them now
Are you still listening?

They let him down, They let him down
They let him down, They let him down

A strong silent, quiet type
Never transquilizing any hype
Scarred with sorcerous aspirations
A jackpot of suffering incarnations
Drugged on a flat screen plan
Hypnotized by the cieling fan
He spins around, Foo fighting sounds
Are you still a pretender?

They let him down, They let him down
They let him down, They let him down

It feels like the real thing
It appeals like the real thing
If I could see, what they wanted
If I could just be, who they wanted
Composure is daunted, but it wears me out
Mascara would mascarade seas of drought
Leaving no freedom in doubt
Are you still an illusion?

They let him down, They let him down
They let him down, They let him down