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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