Into the depths of their rabbits holes they go Believing what fits their agenda So that they may cast projections of their own Through sightless eyes things are never what they appear But a semblance Phenomenon to those too far out and those too far near Betwixt lesser men and greater gods Bleak are the altars of fairness Where all bow before their foremost frauds The admonished transgress by The misconceptions of their place Like fork-tongued ophidians Disclosing two masks for every face Beyond the dark of night is where we transcend Pursuing lures of light, let us begin again Lying above and flying below Circulating within the soul's corruption What is once broken shall again be whole Unchaining stigmas from the mind's abduction Distort the realms of time, to our will it shall bend Dispel what is left behind For I shall seek no end Let it be these beasts that will come for me Severing shackles from my body's thrall Powerless to their excuse of indignity It is within the center where we will find the balance of all