Tentacles

Caged in delusion they strut in line Severing the ties in which keeps them from committing the endless lie Feathers preened for vacant applause Behold the beast - fame's empty jaws Eyes start to flicker, trapped in the act Mirrors reflecting a fate in tact Stage lights burn, but no ones there It's the theatre of vanity, stripped and bare A zoo of fragile "kings". The hollow choir sings Desperate for eyes they claw they screech Hunting for praise they reach and beseech Lost in their echo's so far out of reach Predicable motions, rehearsed and primed Chasing validation, lost in time Echo's and whispers from circles so tight The mask slips, the beast unseen A gallery of envy so cold and clean They sing for ears that never hear A zoo of egos so insincere They feed (they feed) They feed (they feed) They feed on dreams of stardoms vacant need They feed (they feed) They feed (they feed) They feed on dreams of stardoms vacant need The spotlight blinds, but leaves them cold A brutal truth hidden beneath the fold Their voices crack, their bodies decay Still they march in the charade of the day They fall they fall yeah beg for more Chained to the theatre, forever at war They fall they fall yeah beg for more Chained to the theatre, forever at war