Damn the sullen silence of these uni-color glasses.

Painful are these memories that come to me in bed,

Observing the weak minded, worshipping a figure head.

Some will find an exit, and leave this place in vain,

For me it's not so simple, I need someone to explain.

 

Tell me of the fools who hold onto their pride

Tell me of the fairy tales that keep the weak in line.

Tell me of the stories I heard when I was young

Tell me of this Figure-Head and how there's only one.

Tell me, while you're here, how you fooled the masses

Tell me why you make them wear these uni-color glasses.