When We Blindly Follow the Enigma - Ascendant

Blindfolded we falter with chains around our wrists

we see only through eyes of those who speak

We are the masses we the few

we are the people who were derived by flattering words

we carried the mark, and raised our hands to the sky

In honor of a vision that preached a better world

This is no excuse nor a reason why

This is just a simple confession

We see the blood on our hands

As our eyes adjust to the light

The light of truth reveals our deeds

Our actions, our words, our subtle allusions

The light shines bright at the pain we’ve created

The torment on the soul, the body and mind

Why are we blind

We follow those who talks as if they see more than us

With promises and encouragement they lead us by hand

While we blindly sing their mantras

We shed our sanity of what is right or wrong

A grand illusionist, working his way through our reason

As we ecstatically glorify his wishes, undoubted

New laws and rules are implemented in our minds,

Who would have known these words became death, the hungry mob?

When the truth is revealed

Our realities will lay in ruins

Rebuiled

Recover

Arise

Burn the cloths

That blinded us

So that we can see again

And ask forgiveness