Bring on disclosure
give 'em exposure
take off your masks
show us who you really are
come down from heaven
rise up from hell
they will pick us up
from where we fell
reveal yourselves
remove the disguise
they're coming out of the ground
and down from the skies
some are friend
some are foe
which one is which
how am I to know
one by one
we take a bullet
collateral damage
for the cause

The world could collapse
into mass hysteria
vanish through a blackhole
of plush leather interior into
a soft crushed velvet existence
stroking the furry wall
in a dreamlike trance
taking the bullet for us all

or reject us like a virus
all because of Miley Cyrus
and her wrecking ball