Calling to all contestants, sleeping on your feet
This game's got you beat
Dancing in circles, days into weeks
The time machine is running, burning money money money
As you dyin' to take it for a ride
You're surely not the first to want to throw it in reverse
Destination: 1929
Get your guns, run to greet the gilded age
Un-becoming, we peel the layers away
To brittle bones, decades of decay
Then we trade
The mirror for the masquerade
No bread, just vicious circuses,
To overload your circuits til you miss what's right before your eyes
All the medication in this karaoke
Nation couldn't make you see the other side
21 guns to greet the gilded age
Un-becoming, we peel the layers away
To brittle bones, decades of decay
Then we trade
Getting sane for getting paid
The mirror for the masquerade
When all of your buried corpses finally start to speak
They tell you the Earth inherits the meek
21 guns to greet the gilded age
Un-becoming, we peel the layers away
To brittle bones, decades of decay
Then we trade
Getting sane for getting paid
The mirror for the masquerade