Every distorted news feed breathes life into truth manglers.
An army of impostures, soothsayers, and doppelgangers
Meet you along staircases with red and blue banisters
Curiosity drives society to hide and seek the answers
Would it be more fashionable to display impeccable manners?
While you face of those alluring, assurances of betrayal planners.
Haunted is the doe eyed mask well worn over the years
Hand spun out of seasoned dust and molded by our tears.
A paste hardened in the preheated shell of the universe
A disguise on the run that conceals the scabs of a curse
If you crawl back to the alter with merciful pleas for salvation Will the clouds part as the angels seat your party's reservation?
Do you censor your thoughts during sacred meditation
Can you quell the rage that fuels such righteous indignation
Has vanity dismembered our sanity with elective surgical procedures?
Is healing and restoration an elite country club for dogmatic believers?
Is self interest, self-indulgence, self-preservation your entire agenda?
Does dignity, courtesy, tolerance and prudence reside in your hacienda?
