the painted faces

The painted faces we see

They don't show their true colours

Hiding it they wish they could

But the people know the truth

Once a while something nice to hear

It is just words that we heard so often

Walk the talk it will take ages

It's the painted faces we know in our minds

They say promises are kept

But really when we remember the list

It is just kept in the drawer

Gathering dust the echo of the past

The painted faces we see

Don't fall for them

They aren't the true colours

They just want to stay on with power