Lyrics Half-Circle Smiles - Monitor

We ain't the ones
Up in the clouds
Looking down
Looking down and sowing the seeds
We're on the ground trying to figure it out from within the weeds

But energy spent directing our attention
The reinvention of publicity
More invasive, less intrusive
Still taking it's boots to our dignity

They're singing
We are the best trained to do it
So we're going to choose it!
Though they're only human
No white robes or wings

And still
It's their business how our opinions are constructed
Somehow our senses of self are formed within their doors
And yet we could no more affect their form or function
Than get into the 'Gram without an e-mail and a password

And hey, man! They're playing hangman
Building the gallows up one white lie at a time
While we're hanging on
Being crudely redrawn out out of lines
And half-circle smiles

It sure sounds crazy to say
But it's not hidden away
In a way, it's plain for you to see
That there's no getting away
Not even just for a day
From what they're paying for you to see

And they ain't going 'round spending all of that money for nothing!