see the world with jaded eyes

the shallow structures of our crime



the stone falls from your hand

you slip under the sand

try to understand

conscience forms a plan



see the world with painted eyes

collected conscience moves in stride



the stone falls from your hand

you rise above the sand

try to understand

we define the plan



question the ideal

thought will make it real

reaction you can feel

truth will be revealed



is the message clear?

is the passage near?

or buried in the past?

how long will it last?



wear the scar to feel divine

or cleanse the wound with iodine