Fortunes

You want a landscape, but not the real McCoy You want their fool's gold and their forgeries As we're forgotten inside a child's toy They're making fortunes on fakes Through your eye sockets they take Your mind so you can dream while you're awake Addicted to the cord, you can't break free Like batteries with short term memory Praise your maker 'cause the image is so real It's so vivid that it almost makes you feel Strap it on so I can see this wondrous land World's our playground, but this cage is in demand In your world, nothing is beyond imagination So there is never any trace of doubt And paradise ain't something that you're paving It's something that you keep on drowning out You want a landscape, but not the real McCoy You want their fool's gold and their forgeries As we're forgotten inside a child's toy They're making fortunes on facsimiles Now I just can't see the forest for the screens Replacing nature's warmth with cold and crass machines Trade her loving for this simulated porn You've seen the aftermath, but never felt her storm In your world, no one endures any kind of suffering And no one dies when no one really lives And you can't tell your hourglass is leaking As days slip past like water through a sieve And nothing is beyond imagination You get what your creator's have to give And paradise ain't something that you're paving Your blinders hide where heaven really is You want a landscape, but not the real McCoy You want their fool's gold and their forgeries As we're forgotten inside a child's toy They're making fortunes on facsimiles Fool's gold, and forgeries Fortunes and facsimiles Fool's gold, and forgeries Fortunes and facsimiles You want a landscape, but not the real McCoy You want their fool's gold and their forgeries As we're forgotten inside a child's toy They're making fortunes on facsimiles Fortunes on fakes