P.o.d. Masterpiece Conspiracy

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
CHORUS:
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