The Act

Words will flood the gates
Some will mange to pour through the cracks
Conducting a symphony of sordid sounds
Which turns this silence into chaos
All hell broke loose
Pull that trick out of your sleeve
Pour a drink
Put on that face
A fraud born, you're doing fine
Background music in my head
Could release those inner voices
Theyíve been telling lies and spreading fear
Walls surrounding you hold your pain
But they crack down, the ashes fall upon you
Pull that trick out of your sleeve
Pour a drink
Put on that face
A fraud born, you're doing fine
This electric pulse
Fools those who seem to care
Pull that trick out of your sleeve
Pour a drink
Put on that face
A fraud born, you're doing fine