원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Oil slick waves atop a skull face/mask.
A halo for a
grin claims sincerity purest, bad news scrolling across marquee slate
teeth like an aesthetic cliche.
Smiling eyes like four hundred tongued
courtesies.
And you're cataracted at a green light, hearing only the
feel-good headlines and ginger catch phrases heard three blocks down the
road.
Flies to the prophet, bread to the spectator.
