May I proceed now, Your Honor? His eyes were wide open but his heart was closed His mind looked down; Unexposed Taught to believe anything but the Truth Dogma's old age has taken his youth Thank you. Your Honor Feel this and get up. Feel this and run I question your knowledge Your honors from college Suggest you may have something that others do not But what you've learned is dogmatic Turned into an addict Always talking but you're not saying a lot You think that you know the people You're kissing their ears You've studied precisely what they want to hear But as you read off lists of fake promises The ones behind you; They are waiting They are living in fear Because We see each other through these eyes of sand Pull away our hearts but we offer our hands Such is the state of the people of late They abuse the trust some of us fight to create All concepts Wilting flowers No such thing as worldly power