They controlled everything feigning objectivity
until the day the blind revolted and contested their reality.
The wool will pull with vigilance
Question your life of innocence
Open eyes reveal the thing that’s been missing:
Peace of mind – that we won’t fall for anything
Or fall in line accepting rations naively
For now we find we won’t be swayed so easily with open eyes
“We take their minds away ‘til they believe the truth that we’ve made.”
“We throw their hearts away so they will fit our society”
I’m not sold so easily. Truth is not a processed good dependant on geography.
Virgin eyes smell conspiracy – there’s more than what there seems to be.
Lyrics by Darin Keim, Music by Staple