The Artificial کے بول

Who are you to think you can imitate foolishness For the world when you’re handed the crown Dishing out lies to an open crowd With every word you speak, they follow with altered conception Pursuing you as a power of some sort From within you have no direction Masses choke on the scripts you have been force feeding them When there’s nothing left to lay them to rest, they’re driven to the end The artificial backed by an army of apathy, basking in glory Stories they’re forcing down the throats of those who believe With lies they’re preaching You have no face in my eyes, no true light to show anyone I hope they see what I see, just a dark and empty fake Dark and empty fake Dark and empty fake Constructing empires of lies that will crumble in time Fate will come to bury you whole once you lose control The artificial backed by an army of apathy, basking in glory Stories they’re forcing down the throats of those who believe With lies they’re preaching When they find the key that will unlock your identity No one will follow or live in your shadow now I hope they see what I see, just a dark and empty fake