Salem Hill All Fall Down
Paint me a picture that's deceiving
Something that's not everything that it seems
A Portrait of decadent grandeur that hides the decay of
contemptible dreams
A mask to display all the confident pride and tries not
to show that there's nothing inside
Sing me a song if you can
Sell me that soul that you have
The curtain still hides what is left of your pride 'til
the wind blows you back home again
Put on a show of illusion
Spectacular artifice, a clever disguise
Fly on the wings of ambition and try not to be everything
you despise
An ill-gotten piece of the succulent pie,
try not to show that your world is a lie
And it's all just a show,
for the seeds you have sown will come to fruiton one day
Drunk on the power that soon will devour you and you'll
find nobody cares anyway
