Through Smudged Lenses

Let none be themselves

turn of the century lies not within the others

turn on the watchful eye

the blindness ends tonight

shelter for the shattered in unison we strive

dore to disassociate and cut the binds that tie abstractualize further

to the ends of facts and foe

will it out of meaning as silence speaks the truth

I want to hear your scream

I want to see you stand atop the patheon of fiction

and your failure grasping for a hiding place among indifferent stones

a brief reflection it sets the soul apart

no selection

it tears our world apart

These walls are protecting us

Burn them to the ground

This haven of refuge

Burn it to the ground

So smudge the lens a little

muffle the voice phase out of sound a while and let it go

citizens of choice in a twilight world of your design

left to our devices we stumble on

Burn it to the ground

No firewall will save you

Burn it to the ground

Take me to the keep and bare the darkest void

thousand fold the agony of silenced screams

Alone tune right out of static

exorcise the dark how else can we move on