Beware the comfort of your minds
Halls filled with echoes
Resist the temptation of canon
Deadlock of dogma
By faith we conquer ourselves -
Doomed runts of sanity
Amassing casualties like a plague -
The way of myopia
Constricting perspective, narrowing sense
Contemptuous sneer as the frame
Starts to rot
By faith do we conquer, doomed runts of sanity
The way of myopia
Please ignore quiet sobs, these laments in the dark
Token acts to appease
Unpolitely declined
Absorbed in irrelevance
Soothed by a fetish
Rank fascination
Nothing can pacify
Let this shell fall to blight, a weakening cage
When the cell doors all warp, deliverance scorned
Possess curiosity
Allow its light to guide
Expect yourself to err
Heralding improvement
Question your keepers
Question your protectors
Question your comforters
Question your consolers
