Texty piesní Cry Of The Afflicted

Cry Of The Afflicted

Lift The Veil

Our perception, so limited and so restrained

A symptom of our condition

Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind

A symptom of our condition

But we're ready to face illusion

Ready to survey dark vistas

Where forgotten realities have come

to the surface

New details, inner workings of the machine

Ours to discover

Lift the veil, give us focus,

a view flawless, we're so naive

Lift the veil, the faint shading

of the world that we perceive

Steady, we won't shy away

Steady, as we face the unveiling

Where we see everything anew

enhanced by a new light

Mask lifted from the face

of the world we knew

It's all coming clearer

Have we always viewed our world sub-dued?

Out of focus?

Have we always looked

through broken lenses?

Have we let ourselves be convinced

that our privilege is justified, ours by right?