The Charade

Foolers fool the sheep
The jesters on the screen
You are one of them
And so am I, my dear
And so am I, my dear

None will have your pain
But all will have your tears
Scared of diving far too deep
With deeper hunger, still wanting more

So we feed and get fed
And we follow, follow their lead
And we play this charade
And we breath though we're dead

White, the teeth that spark
Our faces bright and clear
Read the lines beneath my eyes
To know what's really real
To know what's real

So we feed and get fed
And we follow, follow their lead
And we play this charade
And we breath
Though we know
What we know we know

Who will stay and take the blame
Make a stand and loose their name
Will they judge you all the same
(who's to say what's insane?)

Will you stay and take the blame
Make a stand and choose your name
They will judge you all the same
(who's insane?)

Who will stay and take the blame
Make a stand and loose their name
Will they judge you all the same
(who's to say what's insane?)

Will you stay and take the blame
Make a stand and choose your name
They will judge you all the same

So we feed and get fed
And we follow, follow their lead
And we play this charade
And we breath
Though we know what we know