Blindness is a choice.
Were we designed to be blind?
A hollowness that just follows
Swallow
Just pray and wish for daybreak time tomorrow
But we’re on the path of the righteous
So why do rites of passage fight us
We stay the same because time flies
We spin to win and capitalize
Capsize
Master plan in order, the power held by one
Too
Little time for one to react from the act. While we
Choose to believe we had a choice in all the lies
While they anesthetize our minds, and we can’t realize we’re disguised
From the fact that Iraq, has got a death toll on the rise
For freedom, we hold back? For peace, we attack?
Now can anyone else see how we’re so fucked up over that?
Turn off all the lights, for shade brings better view
For when darkness burns bright, light buries back
And then we’re bettered while the battered and the beaten bid adieu
Turn away to relieve, bowed down to self-deceive
Yet we reason “We’re too few”
Too Few
Too Few
Goddamn you and goodnight
With hope you’ve got sleep’s tight
Grip
Over eyes, over-easy, supersized
Holdfast – don’t doubt
That help will be denied
No allies? And how!
Who will help you now?
Not me, won’t help you now.
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