"Land of Make Believe"

Land of Make Believe

After the war, after the war they say
They always say
So I started to believe it…convey
The message once more my way
After the war, there will be a better day…someday

A land of make believe, a land of make believe
They don’t shake and grieve, those fakes deceive
After all in this land of make believe we can’t conceive
Concepts like death and grief, and less to eat
Because TV families only digest then preach
About…what else but make believe, make believe

When they taint the sea, they make believe it’s ancient seeds
Planted by our fore fathers to paint debris
Into a corner and make it gleam
Now it’s brand-spanking new and quaintly clean
I hate these things they make me see, angrily
I turn away, but they tune me back in to make believe…
make believe

They say saints don’t deceive but I ask how can this be
When they make me believe that saints aren’t make believe
And saints relate to make sinners pay for sins
But then and then again, make believe saints are free from them

My angst can’t breathe again, chocking on this helium
And hot air they balloon into this heirless loom 
We call imperative doom…what’s that…make believe?

You’ve seen the ads…”We will wash your brain clean”
Free it up from all that junk on TV so you too can make believe…
make believe

That war is a game and soldiers never die
That the saints on TV make the sinners fry
No forsaken children sit down to dinner to cry
No bitter mothers wishing the saintliest sinners be spied
Drawn and quartered, burned at the stake, barely alive

No soldiers of fortune come back to misfortune 
Unable to work for a portion of what was gained, while they made them a fortune