Madness and Mayhem: the Truthful Lie

The smile on my face? Merely a facade the truth is written in the lies in an artificial world we belong the faceless man, in a suit and tie, whispers and I hear, that he knows why I grin from ear to ear but he doesn't care. So on the clock ticks, bringing us closer to oblivion. What could I do? But travel aimlessly behind him. He leads me to a corridor, one that I have never seen before then he tells me to extend my hand, and open the door inside, stands a statue made from colorful clay with a wave of his hand, it begins to decay rainbows drip from a face once smiling. I realize it's the image of me residing and with a sad and heavy heart we thus depart back into the world of the organized genocide with countless bodies floating in on the tide