Exhibitionism by The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower Lyrics

Illusions for sale, half price
Hurry 'cause they're goin' fast
Buy into illusions; create our own confusion
Ignoring fear's protrusion
Design, elect, and now fusion
Mask it. Call it a vision
Forge chaos into provision
Offer breath up as pension
As no one dares mention
This endless road's destination

For few feed from the meditation of sanity's preservation
But the idealization of the perfect moment
And would rather rest in an eluded reservation
Of their own misguided making
By themselves have they been forsaken
As all was given, not taken
Souls not stirred, but shaken
Many loss, more achin'
Through this circle's revolution
Unknowingly their own solution
So continues our world's illusion