The Conspiracy of the Blind

Let the language be the blade

Dead it stares into our empty lives

Created needs—as tumors they grow

The swarming worms of a thousand lies

A thousand lies

The conspiracy of the blind

Staring dead into our lives of decay

Hermetic halls—echo silent now

Flood the landscape of our minds

Of our minds

The conspiracy of the blind

Staring dead into our lives of decay

From the lips of the blind man

A kiss of decay

The dawn of the iconoclast

A sharpened blade

The conspiracy of the blind

Staring dead into our lives of decay