Creating Illussions

Bane

You create your hell
For the ones who buy your illusion
Due to the shining spell
That you cast upon the forsaken

Hold them down to a guided temptation
Recreate, invent the latest sensation
Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion
Your god is the editor

You erase the deviation
Adding beauty to the frail
Greed is common pride upon your table
Self-doubt is based on the veil
Trust the meager is the fashion
Do what all the others do
Chose the loss of independence
You're always wishing you were someone else

You create your hell
For the ones who buy your illusion
Due to the shining spell
That you cast upon the forsaken

Hold them down to a guided temptation
Recreate, invent the latest sensation
Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion
Your god is the editor

You behold your victims in need
Opinions cast aside

When they try to change
And try to fight the native demeanor
They are frozen out
Precluded from the cather
From the mass of fools
There's a mess of receivers
Who will see it as a rule
There's an image made of colors
Global mass manipulation concrete
I take all that you uncover
All the errors in the way
Can't you see that you devour
And inform the generations to come

You behold your victims in need
Opinions cast aside

I will have to confess
The music you listen to now
Is pretty damn far from the truth
When linked with machines that help me to play
All of the harmonies born in my head

You create your hell
For the ones who buy your illusion
Due to the shining spell
That you cast upon the forsaken

Hold them down to a guided temptation
Recreate, invent the latest sensation
Procreate, reduce to perfect delusion
Your god is the editor

You behold your victims in need
Opinions cast aside