Charade Of Wolves Lyrics

Forevermore Charade Of Wolves

You stand at the pulpit, dressed to impress, with your congregation fooled
You may have learned to play the game, but you've forgotten nothing truly goes unseen
I know you've chosen to ignore conviction
A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden
This won't last
You may have learned to play the game, but nothing goes unseen

I know you've chosen to ignore conviction
A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden

Your words are laced; they are poison
Your actions reveal your true face

This is the price of what you've always wanted; what selfishness brings
Your final call - the means to an end
What went wrong?
Now as the doors to all your dreams - to your ambitions slam shut, do you feel fear at all?
Your words are laced; they are poison
Your actions reveal your true face