The Cure

This feels insane
The less you know
Now is worth more than anything
You will engage and breathe it
Toxic, the burn
Show me where the progress
Exists without the protest
Hid behind the faint lines
Built beside the same lines
Even though it’s not in your view
You’re a part of a bigger chain
Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
It’s right in front of you
We’re holding the blade
This feels insane
Wealth before our own worth
Programmed to obey
We are the slaves who object in silence
The herd
Even though it’s not in your view
You’re a part of a bigger chain
Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
It’s right in front of you
We’re holding the blade
We’re holding the blade
Feed me now the cure
Even though it’s not in your view
You’re a part of a bigger chain
Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
It’s right in front of you
Even though it’s not in your view
You’re a link in a bigger chain
Gaping holes worn through weeping walls
It’s right in front of you
The path they gave to you is worn
By the countless enslaved
Confused alone
Hopelessly gazing through that hole
They’re fed their only light
Only light
Only light