The Last President Lyrics

Do you remember your mother's face
The children read on forgetting their place
Walking the aisles, avoiding the eyes
Flatscreens declaring the truths from the lies

Minds over masks closed to unease
I find I lose track of the latest disease
The empty trains are all running on time
Science mouths spells while the world falls in line

And the last president a death mask made of clay
Words like self evident just edgy things to say
And the first documents got amended away
And the hands of the free clenching cold in the grave

And the last president a death mask made of clay
And the new parliament courts with an unseen face
Sit with nothing to do just to wait for the day
When all the secret things are shouted from Hades