Green Screen

Flies are dead
You know how time can lie
The coach-slash-teacher said
«This is how» and never why
You and I were cut
From a different piece of stone
And the corpses they dug up
And are still feasting on their bones
I tried to make some sense of things, but it seemed to be no use
The more times you repeat a lie the more believe it’s true
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
Now that I am grown
I can’t say much has changed
Buffalo are owned
And all in cages on the range
So we still pay what’s due
And it always comes around
But never for the few
That wear their self-inflicted crown
I tried to make some sense of things, but it seems to be no use
The more times you repeat a lie the more believe it’s true
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
In the mirror there’s a town
Closer than it appears
But don’t turn back around
You know the edge of the world is fear
See right through the smoke
And don’t reflect the mirror’s shame
Of culture’s cloudy joke
That’s enabling the rain
I tried to make some sense of things, but it seems to be no use
The more times you repeat a lie the more believe it’s true
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen
It’s all done with the green screen