Lyrics The Heist of the Great Lie - Casey

In the not-so-distant past, a city flew above half-mast
Shining down on all below
I remember smiles and grace, and warmth upon my face
My head so restful on a pillow
Then the aches they did start, so I turned my attention to art
And I brushed away all fear

Here in this museum she waits, amongst all the greats
My feet, they echoed or so I thought
Beyond the glass, so pure, hung my muse the provocateur
Saying, do you want or want me not
It was all so smooth and serene, like perfume from a magazine
So happy, I dry my tear

Then on one sunny day, as the birds flew and the ladies lay
The news it broke that set me back
You see my darling dear, this is not what it appears
So brace yourself for an attack
This priceless work of art is worth nothing, in part
And this, they knew would torture me

And so I lay scratching my head, as I drift off to bed
Yeah staring at them bars
How it so happened to me, surrounded by such irony
As I draw ceiling stars
Just then the museum admitted, but I′m the one who gets committed
Where's the justice in forgery

Every so often I catch a glimpse, of the flashy suits that frame the pimps
The next one is ripe for the picking
If what I stole was never true, just stuck together with tape and glue
Well who then was it who did the sticking
And the amaze never ceases that the masters of those pieces
Will never endure such strife

And I′ll never know why, no I'll never know why

Why I traded myself for a mask that was fake
I painted a smile, for goodness's sake
You can′t sell if you never buy
It′s the heist of the great lie