Mushroomhead
"The Final Act"


Wide eyed sleepers
Death in motion daylight
Creepers wearing all night
Pain bleeding moments spilling over non-existing
As they crawl out into a world that calls them real
Sign the contract
It's the final act matter of fact
Better take a step back
Relax the show must go on
No one
So on and so on
As if under mass hypnosis
The wide eyed sleepers fall into mass graves
They'll feel safer in the dirt
Their own opinions won't be heard if asked
Could you decide what any man is worth
Could you decide?
The steal it with a handshake seal it with a smile
It feels like an earthquake
Treats you like a child
Defeats you with your mistakes
Leaves you in denial
Deceives you in the first place
Lied to all the while they can't see anymore