Hype Machine - Yva

Black mirror

Show them my true face

As I post in disgrace

It doesn’t matter

As long as I’m seen

To be all I’d never believe

Outrage

In your age it doth replace

Facts and figures

Endorse me 'cos I matter

Fickle figures

We dance in your light

Is there enough in my fight to warrant clamour?

Am I sincere enough

To make you fall in love?

Engage

The martyrs of your age

Pull the trigger

We’re disengaged always

Steepled fingrs

Pray for insight Sacrifice inside atop the altar

Truth is just a slav turned from sacred to inane