This Is the Truth

The day after dawn

The knight moves on the pawn

Why are we so violent

To grasp at the unknown

Because there’s so much

That we can’t see

Not your prophet your muse or your comedy

Tragic endings sad defeats

A monument to the guilty

They brought this disease

The truth never sleeps

Cold and lifeless suspended belief

Blinded unable to breathe

The royal blood

The tired sheep

Arcane cursing death

Nihilistic innocence is gone

I’ve been consumed

Now I’ve lost all desire

I lost myself in the choir

Never once never give it the

Pleasure of power

Alone in it’s tower

I’ve lost the will to lie to myself

I’ve been to hell I’ve seen the ruse

This is the truth

We’re all being used