Tuned in the radio to a passion play,
Sounds much better now, sounds all the same
Say this, say that - it's just a game,
Some things go 'round and 'round, but never change.
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes,
Flipped on the videos, chasing a rhyme,
Watched all the scary bones into the night,
Fade in, fade out, build up the hype,
Paper-thin images drifting from sight.
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes.
Thin veil of innocence can't smother the flames of this angry atmosphere,
We're all insane - face it, don't space it; it's not just a game,
Too many phoney eyes, too little shame.
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes,
No phoney eyes.
