see the world with jaded eyes
the shallow structures of our crime

the stone falls from your hand

you slip under the sand
try to understand
conscience forms a plan

see the world with painted eyes
collected conscience moves in stride

the stone falls from your hand
you rise above the sand
try to understand
we define the plan

question the ideal
thought will make it real
reaction you can feel
truth will be revealed

is the message clear?
is the passage near?
or buried in the past?
how long will it last?

wear the scar to feel divine
or cleanse the wound with iodine