MUSIC FOR SALE

There’s a crack across the skyline where the truth leaks through
And a thousand silent faces asking what we’re gonna do
We built a tower made of mirrors just to worship our own eyes
Now we’re drowning in reflections of the things we tried to hide
And the century keeps screaming
Like a child we left behind

We’ve been selling all our choices for a throne of rusted gold
Trading futures for illusions that the guilty ones have sold
And the voices in the static start to sound like broken prayers
While the ones who lit the fire say the smoke is not their share
But the century keeps shouting
And it’s calling out our names

Oh this century of glass
Where the cracks are spreading fast
We keep pretending they won't last
But the fractures never lie
And the truth we try to bury
Still keeps rising through the sky

Hear the ticking of the clock unwind
Hear the echo of a fractured mind
We built our world on borrowed time
And now the cracks are showing
Hear the voices we pushed underground
Hear the truth in the rising sound
We thought the noise would drown it out
But now the walls are glowing

There’s a crack across the skyline where the truth leaks through
And a thousand silent faces asking what we’re gonna do
We built a tower made of mirrors just to worship our own eyes
Now we’re drowning in reflections of the things we tried to hide
And the century keeps screaming
Like a child we left behind

We’ve been selling all our choices for a throne of rusted gold
And a thousand silent faces asking what we’re gonna do
We built a tower made of mirrors just to worship our own eyes
Now we’re drowning in reflections of the things we tried to hide
And the century keeps screaming
Like a child we left behind

We’ve been selling all our choices for a throne of rusted gold
Trading futures for illusions that the guilty ones have sold
We built a tower made of mirrors just to worship our own eyes
Now we’re drowning in reflections of the things we tried to hide
And the century keeps screaming
Like a child we left behind