What if I Told You?

What if I told you there's something beyond the lies we're told?

What if I told you we could not break dreams for a quarter of peace?

What if I told you we don't have to burn our eyes to later see?

We can strive, dream and thrive for more than just a few crumbs

What if I told you we don't ought to suffocate first to breath one bit?

What if I told you they taught you not to think so you can't question their greed?

What if we unveil their sins? Truth concealed in vain.

Rip apart the rags to riches dream undone

Reaction to disintegrating dreams

Absolution of the conflict in-between

Stare into the seer quiet sun

Drill deep in the coarse skins of gods

Inquisitorius, axe to the thrones of tyrants

A swarm, collective of minds

On waves of swirling angst we ride

On tides of twirling finds we thrive

Biting back, leave all behind

Masters see the impending rise

Sycophantic cultists of the shrine, stern blind minds

From our sane biological machines, the shifting tide

Spectacle of pathetic divide while they dine

To erase our singularities, split to mirrored eyes

Shed the ruptured skin of past vile creeds

Struggle binds us all, the foreseen revolt

Poisoned, driven, shivered, torn apart

Venom flux, pace in your veins

Programmed inside the piece of neural flesh

Unseen binds, fast to please

Owned in shackles

Useless to withstand

Eternally mine

Under my dominion

Gods shall never drop

Intact thrones of gold

This age will remain untouched

What if I told you?

What if I save you?

What if I hold you?

What if I told you?

What if I told you?

What if I told you?

What if I lift you?

What if I change you?

What if I told you?

What if I told you?

Silence, remnant of great fire

Dark clouds, the aftermath foretold

Future blank

Reckoning day, washed with its balance

The flight

Insidious sly remains

Remnants of the gods

Tempest, gone

Reaction to disintegrating dreams

Absolution of the conflict in-between

Stare into the seer quiet sun

Drill deep in the coarse skins of gods

Inquisitorius, axe to the thrones of tyrants

A swarm, collective of minds

On waves of swirling angst we ride

On tides of twirling finds we thrive