Lies On Exhibit.

Hello, Hipocrisy.
Contradict yourself yet today?
Here's a penny of thought for your self-righteous cause --
we don't care what you have to say.

Lies are your arsenal,
at disposal like your pretty face.
Fabrications are swallowed easy
by big, green, gravestone eyes.

Every word you speak
is spoken for your own accord.
Conceitful thoughts a dime a dozen,
when there is no selfless thought.

Self-righteous thoughts a plenty,
what does the world revolve around?
Gravity has no pull, no grasp,
because like a black hole you inhale us.

You're so perfect, perfectly vain,
the world you string along.
Puppet limbs and painted grins,
lies can dance and sing your song.

Broken record, cracked and spun,
around until it's the same song again.
Chords that sing your own melody,
but we've heard this song all too often.

Applaud yourself, take a bow.
Shallow is what shallow does.
Filling the seats of your own cinema,
where there is only one name to credit.

Goodbye, Hipocrisy.