Through Smudged Lenses

Let no one be themselves. Turn of the century lies. not within the others. Turn on the watchful eye. The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered. in unison we strive. dare to disassociate. and cut the binds that tie. Abstractualize further. to the ends of facts and foe. Will it out of meaning. as silence speaks the truth.

I want to hear you scream. I want to see you…

stand atop the pantheon. of fiction and your failure. grasping for a hiding place. among indifferent stones. a brief reflection. it sets the soul apart. no selection. it tears our world apart.
These walls are protecting us. Burn them to the ground. This haven of refuge. Burn it to the ground.
So smudge the lens a little. muffle the voice. phase out of sound a while. and let it go. Citizens of choice. in a twilight world of your design. Left to our devices. we stumble on.

I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you scream.

Burn it to the ground. No firewall will save you. Burn it to the ground.
Take me to the keep. and bare the darkest void. thousand fold the agony. of silenced screams alone. Tune right out of static. exorcise the dark. How else can we move on?

I want to hear you scream. I want to see you die

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