Chris Williams

Lyrics

Wars of the Unaware

Oh, those sellers of oils
They come and knock on your doors
And, we just let them in, we let them in

Words that almost seem real
The kind you can almost feel
Your feet come off the ground
Even though you know the score

And, they tell you
What you should do
The noose around you
That you can't see

Pull the wool away
The show's already underway
and two sides will battle
With fake swords and sabre rattles

And, they're all smiles
With fortunes gone wild
While we fight each other
everyday