Cloaked and veiled in spiritual flaws
Forced to choose one of many doors
Battlefield games to settle old scores
Stained in fake blood from an unknown cause

Alive in a bubble hermetically sealed
Nurtured on power only half revealed
Sold down the river to drink until healed
Hooked on the line just before it is reeled

Growing so sick of deceit so well kept
Tired of truths never more than half met
Tears for the years of regret on regret
Since start of the race staked the ultimate bet

Physical touches once shunned and reviled
Painted vision on lips enigmatic smile
Worn as the hands flaking dust into piles
From ignorance to wisdom to ultimate style

Revolution of wheels regulated by cogs
Chants towering chorus perforating the fog
Stirred in the soup dark primordial bog
Finally toppled and thrown to the dogs

Liberation from bonds edged with silk trimmed in gold
Prodigal son welcomed back to the fold
Cross-fingered hands behind backs save our souls
Vivid eyes than once shone now dim blacker than coal