Charade of Wolves

You stand at the pulpit, dressed to impress, with your congregation fooled You may have learned to play the game, but you've forgotten nothing truly goes unseen I know you've chosen to ignore conviction A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden This won't last You may have learned to play the game, but nothing goes unseen I know you've chosen to ignore conviction A steady hand; faux smiles keep it hidden Your words are laced; they are poison Your actions reveal your true face This is the price of what you've always wanted; what selfishness brings Your final call - the means to an end What went wrong? Now as the doors to all your dreams - to your ambitions slam shut, do you feel fear at all? Your words are laced; they are poison Your actions reveal your true face