All the misery you create

And all the pain you shape

You are not to blame, my friend

Somebody filled your empty page

 

Shaped as we silently wept

Confined (as) transformation begins

The table was set and then we slept

As architects of time

 

So much grief behind the facade

And symptoms of certain demise

We drown in fragrant illusions

Illusions of right and wrong

 

We clench to a lustful saint

Digging graves on top of our lives

Stuffed with values til we choke

I guess we've reached the end of the rope

 

Through the mist, in the haze

The impending doom's upon us

The dividing blade of nature

And man severed our callow breath

 

The sun will set

On the blindfolded

 

The self-appointed guardians

Are scratching at my door

We kiss their venomous lips

and join the hallowed parade

 

Flying on paralyzed wings

Wondering who we should be

As tyranny [bad word] normality

We hang at the end of the rope

 

Through the mist, in the haze

The impending doom's upon us

The dividing blade of nature

And man severed our callow breath

 

The sun will set

On the blindfolded