Our perception, so limited and so restrained.
A symptom of our condition.
Ma** 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.
Our to discover.
Lift the veil, give us focus.
a view flawless, we're so naive.
Lift the veil, the faint shading
of the world 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 subdued?
Out of focus?
Have we always looked
through broken lenses?
Have we let ourselves be convinced
that our privilege is justified, ours by right?