Songtext von Facade

At war with tradition, compassion, compulsion. Or is it just another illusion? Concocted for the benefit of your illusion. It's all a front, it's a facade... false and unfound. The clown that wears the crown... until it all falls down. How many minds will it take, how many cries and cliches to elevate to a point where we can see eye to eye? Can we find some way to cope... somehow to keep ourselves afloat? Or just watch each other drown... unless it all falls down.