Our perception, so limited and so restrained
A symptom of our condition
Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind

A symptom of our condition

But we're ready to face illusion

Ready to survey dark vistas
Where forgotten realities have come
to the surface

New details, inner workings of the machine
Ours to discover


Lift the veil, give us focus,
a view flawless, we're so naive
Lift the veil, the faint shading

of the world that we perceive

Steady, we won't shy away

Steady, as we face the unveiling
Where we see everything anew
enhanced by a new light

Mask lifted from the face
of the world we knew
It's all coming clearer


Have we always viewed our world sub-dued?
Out of focus?

Have we always looked
through broken lenses?
Have we let ourselves be convinced

that our privilege is justified, ours by right?