I’m not blind, not yet at least
The justification in which we revel
Tries its best to prevent the resolution
And all it said was it cant exist
And the will withdrew the will to succeed.

If there’s somebody out there, staring
At the mirrors placed to create the solitude
Reflecting images of ignorance
Acting out the leading role, a painter
A protector, prosaic pawning a soul.

Truth is no weapon, for belief is mischief
Seeking ends to reach a goal.

And we find ourselves with parting glance
Wedged against the wall, putting
Plastic to the fruit machine
Begging to differ while it rejects our worth.

So this is what we tax ourselves for
To roll in mud to cover ourselves
I never said a word you know
Silent singer pleading via silent prayer
Don’t take away my mind to soar away.

From pillar to post running to crawling
Selling ourselves to slavery, reaching for
The hypnotic lights that make us feel whole
Property not robbery but someone?s stealing
Us blind, its not too late, too late.

Climbing into, climbing into sanctuary
Poses the world its not enough
Prove the dough its not enough, not enough
There should be alternatives to judge
Thoughts, deeds and actions by.

GRUM