The Long Con

Verse 1

This world spins backwards, but I’m movin’ on,

With plastic dreams and digital dawn,

Neon shadows dance on a broken screen,

We’re promised the future, but what does it mean?

Chorus

It’s the long con, the big charade,

Runnin’ in circles in the mess they made,

Truth and lies are playin’ in a roundelay,

Laughin’ at the chaos in a plastic masquerade.

Bridge

They say we gotta evolve, but it feels like decay,

A devolution revolution, watch it slip away,

Cogs in the machine, thinkin’ we’re free,

But the more we change, the less we seem to be.

Verse 2

Wave your flag of irony high,

Dance like a puppet without knowing why,

Maybe the answer’s in the question we ask,

Or is it just another fool wearin’ a mask?

Chorus

It’s the long con, we’re playin’ along,

Keepin’ time to an artificial song,

Truth twists around in a meta-modern haze,

We cheer as we stumble through the endless maze.

Outro

Pull the strings, turn the gears,

The joke’s on us, it’s been for years,

Laugh or cry, it all feels the same,

Just actors in a rerun of a rigged game.