In the Name - Blinded

Not a whip will crack at our heel
Only immeasures gears of the infernal machinery
Grinding us unknowing into it's will
Molded as clay hardening into its conviction
Why must I see blind me
Have you no mercy blind me

Cast into the swirling cesspool of half-truth lies and
Deception
Ceaselessly fed by the servile minions of their own
Greedy child
We're all born blind and naked, and thus we remain
Wheter we like to or not,
We serve the power hungry god-machine

Feel the night before it lighten dawn
Hear the cries before they're dying down
Drink the wine before it sours
Fill your eyes before the colours die

Assimilation at our unseeming behest
Trained and chained, few unheard voices ever raised
Rebellion protests thinly sound over the din
Apocalyptic dogs that howl beneath the tolerant
Smiles
Of fatherly and beatific reprobation
Don't you see, blind me

All innocence tainted from first
Stripped off and torn into tatters
A unified vision single minded and grass
Ramifications ... Blind rats
If power is corruption, is corruption power
Even the beggar's a brute
And still we run our wheel

Wet your feet before the river dry
Taste the life before it withers

hear the sounds before you're deafened
But I can't feel
All sensations has died