Scrutiny

Your world all gilded gold

Will fade away

And under the cold facade

No god, no love in the decay

The hand up to heaven

Reaches nothing in the clouds

Scrutiny

Brings the spectacle down

Shattered glass

Transparency

Smoother on the surface now

When the cracks run deep, deep, deep

The hand up to heaven

Reaches nothing in the clouds

Scrutiny

Brings the spectacle down

Oh, Judgement, judgement it carries no weight

The poor devil’s got enough on his plate

Working piously day to day

To fill your heart with misguided hate