The Perfect Angle
As the glimmering lights of red, white and blue reflect the barren households, the news channels are tied with a coil of wonder.
What lies beneath the surface of truth?
After a planet of controversy has been planned
And the fatal bellows of a society is now noiseless.
A secret crawls underneath our skin.
For the whim that shines around the spotlight
Like a pinnacle of a climax as the rise of views cause our fall.
All the lights scatter into an empty abyss at break of dawn.
What lies beneath the surface of truth?
After a planet of controversy has been planned
And the fatal bellows of a society is now noiseless.
A secret crawls underneath our skin.
For the whim that shines around the spotlight
Like a pinnacle of a climax as the rise of views cause our fall.
All the lights scatter into an empty abyss at break of dawn.