The Mutts - The President's New Clothes

When the cold wind blows, the mirrors sheen explodes
Cracks laid bare see how these fuckers "care"
Thinking its darkest before the dawn assumes the sun will come along
When is "hope" another word for the dreams of the dumb

Like an echo, the chime of past crimes
Hear it bellow
Hear it bellow
When everything shines too long it blinds
Houses of cards start feeling fine

Everything looked great from a mile high but how our eyes deceive
Down here the taste is sour of the poison pills they leave behind

Like an echo, the chime of past crimes
Hear it bellow
Hear it bellow
When everything shines too long it blinds
Houses of cards start feeling fine

I've got a dream achieved manifested destiny
Now I hope that you can see I'm living exceptionally
Sometimes it's easy to seize too easy as you'll see
So we'll take as we please infinitely

Like an echo, the chime of past crimes
Hear it bellow
Hear it bellow
When everything shines too long it blinds
Houses of cards start feeling fine

Written by:
Andrew Morgan

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