Precious Disguise - Trapdoor Social

Champagne

Corks flying off the empty bottles

Stored up for years

It’s time to fake a swallow

Goes down easier all this way

Eat cake

Frosted with imagination

Syrup sweet

Puff the drag of satiation

Will you visit me today

All this precious disguise

We traded for the real things we’re meant to choose

We’re all kings

Or so we’re told by market forces

Feudal chains

Working for the apps that forge them

The old con appears alive and well

Dancing

Arm and arm with breathless partners

Look just like us

Exactly how we wanted

The mirror image is looking swell

All this precious disguise

We traded for the real things we’re meant to choose

This little wonderful life

Sold by machines wearing human costumes

Passion flies

We’re all for the glory of the animal life

Hold the line

Keep on exposing your chosen lie

But that’s alright

Just need a moment to clear my eye

All this precious disguise

We traded for the real things we’re meant to choose

This little wonderful life

Sold by machines wearing human costumes