Tristan Robert Lange

Architecture of Artifice

Welcome to the school of deceit,

Where the ignorance is in heat

And common sense sits in defeat;

There’s no retreat—there’s no retreat.

Enter in through the doors of hate

Into this hallway, claim your state,

Watch your step and beware your fate,

Please take the bait—please take the bait.

Let me show you to your classroom,

Where propaganda will mushroom

And misinformation will bloom.

The truth goes boom—the truth goes boom.

Never mind that horrible sound,

Look over here at what we’ve found,

Power, sure it’s yours, all around;

Take, and be bound—take, and be bound.

Look, you know how we like to share,

Besides, who else will ever care

For you then if we are not there.

How will you fair? How will you fair?

A lone wolf we need you to be,

Separated—thinking your free—

A rose, snipped in a vase, you’ll see

You’re not a tree—you’re not a tree.

Of course, by then, it’ll be too late,

Trapped in a vase of your own hate,

On the classroom sill—on a plate—

This is your fate. This is your fate.

But come buy our words of deceit

To make your selfish life replete

With hope you otherwise delete

From the dark street—from the dark street.