Lyrics

Ancient Survivors, original sin
A constant reminder of where we began

Manipulative Madness
Has led us astray
Make believe and Magic
They may take what you make
But your soul remains?

Sit here in silence
Laugh in our beds
The storm grows around us
And clouds up our heads

Manipulative Madness
There's more on the way
Make believe and Magic
They take what we make
& the soul remains

Lives have been sold off
For silicone schemes
Shackled and tide up
Slowly we bleed

Self propelling sadness
A moth to a flame
Make believe and Magic
They take what we make

Manipulative Madness
Has led us astray
Make believe and Magic
They take what we make