[Intro]
Powdered skin and perfect light
Grief arranged for prime time
Eyes like glass and teeth like knives
Good evening, now the nation cries

[Verse]
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
With calm across the desk
The war becomes a weather map
The dead become a test
The tone is soft as medicine
The frame is clean and wide
The question disappears again
Before it can collide

[Pre-Chorus]
He never has to shout it
She never has to scream
They only have to smile once
And poison enters clean

[Chorus]
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
And we believe the face
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
With elegance and grace
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
While panic learns to kneel
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
Till the fake begins to feel real

[Verse]
A careful pause, a lowered brow
A map behind the lie
A photograph, a moral vow
A tear that will not dry
They name the threat but not the hand
They show the wound, not why
They make the broken understand
That someone else must die

[Pre-Chorus]
He never says the quiet part
She never breaks the spell
They only need the music
To make disaster sell

[Chorus]
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
And we believe the face
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
With elegance and grace
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
While panic learns to kneel
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
Till the fake begins to feel real

[Instrumental]
Studio breathing
Teleprompter glowing
Cold lights watching
No truth showing

[Bridge]
I wanted rage to look like thunder
I wanted lies to bare their teeth
But evil learned a softer language
And wore a suit beneath

[Breakdown]
Smile
Pause
Frame
Cause
Glow
Read
Sell
Need

[Build-up]
When the people start to notice
Turn the camera to the rain
When the people start to question
Give them sympathy and blame

[Chorus]
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
And we believe the face
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
With elegance and grace
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
While panic learns to kneel
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
Till the fake begins to feel real

[Chorus]
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
Under studio skies
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
With manufactured eyes
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
And I hate how it heals
The Anchor Lies Beautifully
Till the fake begins to feel real

[Outro]
Powdered skin and perfect light
Grief arranged for prime time
Eyes like glass and teeth like knives
Good evening, now the nation cries