I've been refusing to open up these hands
Releasing clenched up answers within white knuckled fists
Feels like I bought the ticket
And I'm afraid to take the ride
The disease and the cure
Vaccine or thorn in the side
Ignorance is bliss in the heart of the vulture
Success, the ruination of man
Ignorance is bliss, it's a part of our culture
It's been so long, holding on, keeping this inside
And all the pretenses I tried to hide
Tried to renew everything for you
And you left me high and dry, but we're holding on
We're holding on to the key
To our cage
Dispossessed of the answers I so sorely need
But I'll make the distance, shouldering the weight of this conviction
Abstinence from the source of all
My intuition, the face of a broken man
How did I slip so far from who I am?
It's piracy in its highest form
Emaciated faces staring at the feast of all the ages
Moral fibre frays as we come to the end of our rope
Manifest destiny
For humanity
Quaking in fear of our nearing end
Quaking in fear of our nearing end
Ignorance is bliss
In the heart of the vulture
Ignorance is bliss
It's a part of our culture
It's been so long, holding on, keeping this inside
And all the pretenses I tried to hide
Tried to renew everything for you
And you left me high and dry, but we're holding on
We're holding on to the key
To our cage