Following the Zeitgeist Media Festival 2011, I and a few other performers decided to make a mixtape together. The mixtape never happened, but this is one dope posse cut!
lyrics
I’ll break your Façade
Reface your Façade (x6)
All the world’s a stage
A mass masquerade
Erase your Façade
Perception is God
Johnny Hobbes
So I break your Façade
Obliterate your Façade
For what’s at stake to be two-faced
Is a mistake, and kinda odd
To exploit with a suped up face
When on the job, just to save it, you replace
With a new one, run and hide
And this permeates through to your victims
‘Cause we reside
In a state where we’re forced in Façade’s to survive
Until the fake becomes the real, the truth becomes disguise
Consumed by the mask, a spectacle; paralyzed
Unable to turn a profit, ‘til you’ve thoroughly victimized
Half the souls on the planet, I’m thoroughly mystified
By how easily you view decay, like it’s a prize
Can’t distinguish between pleasure and anguish
You realize, everything ‘pon which you’ve based your life
Has been a lie, and manipulates the masses of people
Into demise, until a movement rises from ashes to set aside
New prospects for humanity, it’s this or suicide, So
Chorus
Reason
You chased an illusion, a dog and his tail
Monetary gains the expense of the world
So I got from behind a desk a spectator
Cause I don’t feel like having a dictator
Good business lookin’ more like, extinction
Don’t appreciate us, so before we reach
Permanent, uh, good riddance I ignore your ignorance
So I progress, the revolution is upon ya (so)
Get used to it, so I use the third eye in this optical illusion
Peal the curtains of your Façade, revelation.
All the world’s still a stage
Mass masquerade, but not for long
Turn the page in your Face
Book zeitgeist in your Face looking great
Time-geiz is about Facelifts applied to your main frame
Look deep down the rabbit hole inside of you
See what this world is made of
Screen writing change what people are afraid of
Switch (switch) your channel
Photoshop yourself from mammals
To multi-layered channels
In and of itself away from gambles
Chorus
Key Soto
Hey, you dropped your mask let me pick it up
Oooooh, you feelin’ naked and can’t live it up,
We gotcha back, we’ll throw ours away
Celebrate the nudist parade today (x2)