Subterfuge

Without drive
Without purpose
Everything is
Superfluous
Without drive
Without purpose
What's the point
In being pointless

To disguise the fact
You'll have to use
Well placed lies
Subterfuge
To cover up
The cracks inside
Or there'll be
No place left to hide

Without drive
Without purpose
All of this
Is just a circus
See the ringmaster
Resplendent in red
Watch his soul
Turn to pure lead