Lying through your twisted smile
You tell the world that everything's okay
Death to all the passengers
Who flee the wars that you campaigned to wage
Hid behind a suit and tie
You twist the headlines so they swing your way
They come and go and leave behind a debt for us to pay
Have we hit the ceiling
Or are we being held by a weight
Save us from this sickness
Before we drift away
Drinking wine and trading smiles
Whilst shores abroad are suffering from the pain
Preaching hope by financing
A photo-op of joy beside a cage
Every month a new recruit
To pacify the people in the way
They come and go and no one knows
Have we hit the ceiling
Or are we being held by a weight
Save us from this sickness
Before we drift away
Hey
Have we hit the ceiling
Or are we being held by a weight
Save us from this sickness
Before we drift away