Champagne
Corks flying off the empty bottles
Stored up for years
It's time to fake a swallow
Goes down easier all this way

Eat cake
Frosted with imagination
Syrup sweet
Puff the drag of satiation
Will you visit me today

All this precious disguise
We traded for the real things we're meant to choose

We're all kings
Or so we're told by market forces
Feudal chains
Working for the apps that forge them
The old con appears alive and well

Dancing
Arm and arm with breathless partners
Look just like us
Exactly how we wanted
The mirror image is looking swell

All this precious disguise
We traded for the real things we're meant to choose
This little wonderful life
Sold by machines wearing human costumes

Passion flies
We're all for the glory of the animal life
Hold the line
Keep on exposing your chosen lie
But that's alright
Just need a moment to clear my eye

All this precious disguise
We traded for the real things we're meant to choose
This little wonderful life
Sold by machines wearing human costumes