Lyrics:
the things you do
I know all of your tricks
There's a smokescreen baby all around you
Got some of my own, ya
Smokescreen
Smokescreen
I work so hard
This is another misdirection
They don't want you to question their methods
We are the sheep, they are the shepherds
Smokescreen, smokescreen
So
prevailed
Disrespecting human rights
Justice derailed
Misleading liberty
Fake News and smokescreens
Denial of science
Fake News and smokescreens
Hiding
passed
The smokescreen is starting to clear
Stand up, Generation Z are here
They're the new voice to stamp out your draconian ideas
You will wither
the soundtrack
Air planes clouds black
Smokescreen sounds mad
Bin Laden bally wraps
Ticking parcels towers flat
Eleventh mask power nap
Afghanistan Iraq
Who's sane
guessed that we were
Caught in a smokescreen
Caught in a smokescreen
Maybe we could have made this work
3000 miles but I know its so worth it
You can't
shadow)
Smoke-screen Hitler-moulds
(Puppets on the wall)
You space invaders
(Your hands are hidden)
Air dictators
(We see your shadow)
Smoke-screen
took one step forward and fell ten steps back
I'll be lucky if I ever get my senses back
I've got wool in my eyes
And a smokescreen in my head
I took one
Nigga gotta be woke woke
Cookin' up a new flow flow
Sure gonna jump and hype
Put me loud up on the mic
Watch me take a rise
Smokescreen up high woo
When it's black and white
And it's a smokescreen
Trying to win you back tonight
Yeah she had my eyes since we were sixteen
Just sneaking around the back
saw the dream was a smokescreen
I'm the rebel, I'm the real
From the cave when I broke free
I'm the rebel, I'm the real
And though the rage almost broke
daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
Honey, honey, and money and man
All my lonely boys
daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine
Honey, honey, and money and man
All my lonely boys
to fit the scene
Put your faith in a mirage it's just a smokescreen
Just a smokescreen, just a smoke-
In the spiritual desert things are not what they
I glide
Of course i need a fight
I see keen eye
Of a child who're struggling alone
Under bed
Smokescreen is spreading in your room
You hide in
on my arm of the ghost that resents me
The ghost, the past, tomorrow that waits me
Oh it's like I'm surrounded by these mirrors
Smokescreen in a distance
was a bad dream
But I woke up next to you
Now I wash my life down
With my coffee, make a smokescreen with my cigarette
Where did all the years go
I wish
to the floor, can't catch me
Lighting up the tires like a smokescreen
She let that hammer spray from the backseat
I'm on the run with my only one
We heading
I wanna be a 3D ghost in your dream
The smell of burning flesh and sweat and chlorine
I feel like heavy eyes and drugs and smokescreens
I feel like
the arts as well
But still feel misaligned
My brain is not done loading
The cells are all eroding
I hide behind my smokescreen
It's a whole scene
Call me
Under the sea, there's a fire burning
Spreadin' around like a madman falling apart
And I'm standing still, while the smokescreen's coming
Nothing
Smokescreen
Smokescreen
Smokescreen
Smokescreen
Black Mirror
A Broken Deal
You cannot see me
Now let me walk all over you
eyes
Smokescreen
Seven skins unearthed to the bone
Daydream
Into your eyes
Smokescreen
Seven skins unearthed to the bone
Day dream
Underbelly
the warmth of your smokescreen
I follow with devotion, I'm kneeling at your altar
Drinking from your chalice, tainted by your way
I wish that a love like this
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