The City and the Lie Lyrics

City man lives under a clock
Eyes on the hands in his race of the top
But his belly afloat and a wreck
Ahead's disaster

He makes out his way more important than you
Yet the clothes that he wears are all thread-bare and used
But he still likes to think he can reach higher than you

There's no maker
That can see us
All the true lies that reveal who you are
There's no faking
From anyone

So I wonder how the face you wear can hide who you are
You project a face of happiness cause your young mask is barred
And the only place to go where you can let down your guard
Is your sunken retreat
Round the back of a street
Of the act