"Little Lies" lyrics

Set in his ways
Just see out the end of days
Delusions of grandeur
At least the gig pays
It is the control freak
Who's method is imperfect
The single minded mortal
Who's lost all perspective

It ain't best practice
It's just a kind of madness
It ain't standard procedure
In fact it's kinda tragic
Harry down the few
Disciples stand in queue
A kind of cult leader
Unremarkable guru

It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend allies
As we tell little lies

It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend allies
As we tell little lies

Obsessed with intricacies
Can't see the forest for the trees
Agonising over detail
Blind to realities
Lost in his own universe
Convinced the world agrees
But each one treads a lone path
And no one else believes

It's a feeble compromise
As we all swallow smiles
Play pretend allies
As we tell little lies

It's a feeble compromise
And we're just drawing flies
Play pretend allies
As we tell little lies