Lines distort in the halls of power
Truths sold off by the hour
Eyes that plot with a gleaming deceit
Where reality and fabrications meet
Voices raised on the public stage
Crafting myths on the front page
A canvas painted with the lies they speak
Promises made, forever bleak
Pseudomania, the throne's dark stain
Leaders grip with a fabricated chain
A realm built on strategic lies
Watch as truth quietly dies
Chained to tales they themselves invent
Narratives twisted, ethics bent
A smokescreen hides the puppeteers
In the echo of the crowd's cheers
Pseudomania, the throne's dark stain
Leaders grip with a fabricated chain
A realm built on strategic lies
Watch as truth quietly dies
See the grand parade of deceit
Where truth and lie in spectacle meet
A dance of power, so stark, so sleek
Leaving the people meek and weak
Pseudomania, the throne's dark stain
Leaders grip with a fabricated chain
A realm built on strategic lies
Watch as truth quietly dies