Masterpiece Conspiracy - P.O.D.

Evil eyes

Behind their smiles

You swallow it up When sincerity lies

Lock me up Label me dangerous files

Fear of the unknown

So scared of my style

Alert the press and address

The states of emergency

We the crew you love to hate

First mistake

You were never ready

Dance with the dead

Better be ten times more deadly

This is me, I’m always the same

Virus in the system

Crash the mainframe

Uprise, now fall in line

Roll with the pack

Or get left behind

It’s a Masterpiece Conspiracy

I’d rather hear it from you

Than be lied to Call it what it is Like the heathens do Red lights of betrayal

Deceived again

Exposed by the light

True colors ascend

Take down the regime

Break the trend

Bumrushed by your peers

And your so-called friends

Keep your people tight

Watch your enemies close

Trust what you know

Soon enough they’ll choke

Where were you

When we started this thing?

You weren’t around

This ain’t yours to claim

You’ll never take

What’s been given to us Wipe that smile off your face

And that look of disgust

Uprise, now fall in line

Roll with the pack

Or get left behind

Repeat chorus

Liar, deceiver

Betrayer, back stabber

Repeat chorus