Mirage lyrics

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

Nah, girl, chill, it ain't even like that

I know them other brothers front, and know they mode as a fact

I used to be like that, a long time ago

Sunday-school Mac pushing up on every sister

Intact at the choir shows, dripping silk clothes like a pimp

With gold chains dangling, Polo scents strangling

A wolf in sheep's clothing, in the mould of crooked preachers

Using pick up likes like, "Let me touch ya, and agree with ya"

On subject matters in life you found to be your weaknesses

In ignorance revealed, I used them as my strength

On occasion, in my game, I speak the truth to get closer to you

Abusing trust from desires of lust

So watch your back sisters, don't be victims, falling like prey

Caught in traps from Jack the Ripper, crosses boundaries you lay

Is his display is not the essence, that of Christ in your sight,

He may very well be seduction

Your destruction in life

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for?

It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take

Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes, (mirage)

Time for Grits to make the ground quake

Falsehoods, deceptions, wool pulled over eyes

Sunday morning - dazed and hypnotised by facades and lies

Corruption breeding hounds of hell

Bounds and spells, disastrous endings

You wolf in sheep's pretending, offending

I find your accolades to be gut-wrenching

Ripping me inside, into the life-style tribe

I'm hitting on the flimsy-handed, limp-wristed

Complicating life from simplistic

Not lashing out to be sadistic,

But my bible totally contradicts your kind of sickness

My Lord destroyed whole cities for your type of wickedness

You people are getting me stressed with your best-dressed contest

Sporting brooches, giving it up like robbed stage-coaches

Gaining notoriety, Christian society not fly to me

I know what's going on, opposite of what you try to be

People are talking, and what you do reflects on all of us

"A hypocritical citadel" is what they're calling all of us

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

Nothing's real anymore; what's everything fake for?

It makes more doubt, engulf the stance we chose to take

Sliding, slithering snakes raise the stakes

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears

First you see it, then you don't, (a mirage)

Hoping, when I get up close, it's a colourful collage

Far off it looks real, (a mirage)

Candy to the eye disappears