The fairytales are twisting within

The dead of night

Of heroes and of mermaids ever bright

Self righteous and media junkies

Prayed upon by the factory monkeys

A sweet sort of lie we built alive made just to buy us some time

Ah, the smoke is burning the eyes

Come and tell me man what was that name now

Begging for the love of the crowd

And now just

Be the first and foremost one to name yourself

And you’ll be better than anyone else

Woo hoo now