Orchid's Curse - We Are All Cynics and Liars

Why must, we cling, to the thread, beyond that of our identities
Shielding our thoughts, we pretend it's okay
Forget the lies and hold the disdain

We chase the fate that we believe - believe that we all deserve
Yet we hate, we hate the place were we have decided to lay our heads at night

I'm not too proud but I still can't admit it to myself

Why must, we stain, the hands, of our own being
The patron saints and sinners came
From far and wide, all to witness

But are we not all just cynics and liars, armchair critics hidden by desires
Under guise of perpetual demons, we will all burn in our fires
This is not the way we should deem the values of our own being
If we detest our own reflection can we forgive our imperfections?

What if we were to look
Without these lies, would we conceive
more of compassion and less beliefs?

We hate this face that we can see - we can see is so hopeless
And we place, we place the fate that we conceived to where our heads should lay...

But are we not all just cynics and liars, armchair critics hidden by desires
Under guise of perpetual demons, we will all burn in our fires
This is not the way we should deem the values of our own being
Why do we hang our heads, before our eyes will lift us from rest?


What will it take, to see the true face of change?
With open thoughts, we'd see it's okay. Forget the lies, release the hate.