American Wreckage
Golden Lie
They flashed the flawless surface, the immaculate facade;
the promised house of mirrors that was consecrated by the corporate god.
You bought the golden fiction, the illusion of assent,
chasing a mirage until your spiritual reserves were spent.
The foundation was quicksand, concealed beneath the rug;
a universal deception delivered with a corporate shrug.
IT'S THE GOLDEN LIE, BABY, SHINING STERILE, BLINDING, AND CLEAN;
THE FASCIST MANIFESTO THAT THE BOARDROOM HAS EVER SEEN.
YOU CHASE THE PHANTOM IMAGE, YOU SWALLOW THE SPIRITUAL DECAY;
A BEAUTIFUL DISTORTION BUILT TO KEEP THE BRUTAL TRUTH AWAY.
The dream is a dictatorship, demanding your full, mental yield;
it feeds on quiet envy and keeps your true vision concealed.
The leaders preach contentment from pedestals of stolen, precious time
while the masses chase a finish line that vanishes before the chime.
They engineered an addiction to perpetual, vast want,
ensuring that your future reflects the empty places you haunt.
IT'S THE GOLDEN LIE, BABY, SHINING STERILE, BLINDING, AND CLEAN;
THE FASCIST MANIFESTO THAT THE BOARDROOM HAS EVER SEEN.
YOU CHASE THE PHANTOM IMAGE, YOU SWALLOW THE SPIRITUAL DECAY;
A BEAUTIFUL DISTORTION BUILT TO KEEP THE BRUTAL TRUTHS AWAY.
