Whatever Fakes You Happy

You’re storing whole piles
Of secret X-files
You better blind your windows
Make sure nobody else knows

It’s alright with me
You know
Whatever fakes you happy
If that‘s what you see
Whatever fakes you happy

You’re keeping whole files
Of undiscovered reptiles 
You’re sipping at the same lies
Like your secret allies

You keep your profile
Underneath a floor tile
I guess it’s ok
For you to see it your way
Don’t want to debate
About how to run a deep state

So keep your profile