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 The conspiracy of the blind Staring dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls, echo silent now Flood the landscape 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