Dead eyes cloaked with green cloths to terminate The faulty views of the plebeians quarantined Speaking with a mouth transpiring death threats To possess the last glimpse of power Dreaming of air Tightening the bottleneck until it shatters Leaving us floating face down in a pool of auburn glass And the shards stroke their cheeks as they're weaving bonds From silk to patch the holes in the concrete ocean Halos radiate, torching the noble thoughts to mere dust Choking on blood as the splinters drip down our shit coated throats Sating our hunger for freedom through incisions We can't see the one thing lying right in front of us We can't see the one thing We can't see Bleed out, peel the tar stitch off and bleed out Peel the tar stitch off and bleed out Peel the tar stitch off and bleed out Peel the tar stitch off and bleed out