The Charade - Good Harvest

Foolers fool the sheep

The jesters on the screen

You are one of them

And so am I, my dear

And so am I, my dear

None will have your pain

But all will have your tears

Scared of diving far too deep

With deeper hunger, still wanting more

So we feed and get fed

And we follow, follow their lead

And we play this charade

And we breath though we’re dead

White, the teeth that spark

Our faces bright and clear

Read the lines beneath my eyes

To know what’s really real

To know what’s real

So we feed and get fed

And we follow, follow their lead

And we play this charade

And we breath

Though we know

What we know we know

Who will stay and take the blame

Make a stand and loose their name

Will they judge you all the same

(who's to say what’s insane?)

Will you stay and take the blame

Make a stand and choose your name

They will judge you all the same

(who's insane?)

Who will stay and take the blame

Make a stand and loose their name

Will they judge you all the same

(who's to say what’s insane?)

Will you stay and take the blame

Make a stand and choose your name

They will judge you all the same

So we feed and get fed

And we follow, follow their lead

And we play this charade

And we breath

Though we know what we know