Looks Like the Real Thing

I can tell you're lying It cuts through my belly Let the dull colors spill right down to my shoes And the children gather 'round I am empty Others are overfilled on what I've given up, so come on I can tell you're lying To them it's Technicolor I can tell you're lying. It cuts through my belly Lies this deck is stacked with lies, but no one knows the difference? You see, we all walk on a string If I bounce, you bounce too It's all connected The sun carries the hanging moon from it's shoulders and says, "If I don't shine, then you don't shine" And if I fail and you succeed what does it mean Their eyes are sunken. Come on look at them, these kids have needs We balance on a string When it's all over maybe then you'll see you're blinded by your greed Are you blinded? Are you blinded? I can tell you're lying