Cynthesis
The Noble Lie
Four figures appear before meFour to rule over the innocentOne for bondage, one for power,one for greed, and another for fearIn your logic, may I cast a spark?Twisted dogma, may I leave a mark?Without pretense or a defensein this moment of relevance So violent in their silenceMy voice trembles, my query is madeEchoing throughout the chamberMy words settle and slowly fadeAnd I'm gasping for breath and reaching for depth I search my thoughts, this is all that was leftI say, living's not so easy when you disregard all of your ownA man cannot exist when burdened by his fatal flawsThey say we are the protectors, players and directorsThese are creeds and solemn vowsWe dim the lights when certain, hide behind the curtainSubmission is all we allowWith all I have left in me, I slowly reach out my handI touch them, tear off their shroudsEach face a state of my beingAnd...and each one falls to the ground
From Letras Mania