Ideal Victims

Hear these verses spoken by both you and I, these shackles have bonded
They have created us, conscious, withered, weary, wanting meaning
From this barren, benign, broken
This bare bone life we've been leading
Has been held at the throat, by the blade of a knife
Long cold, dead hearts now seething
Upon glass thrones, tonight they dine on the blood of the ignorant
Bar the doors for they have come for us all
Cast iron adorns our throats, these confines have bonded
We have been born blind and reared, trained as fools
Fear chaining, senses fading, forced bowing, prone and always blinded
The key to deliverance suspended before us
Shrouded and hidden by utter darkness
And all you must do is reach out for it, and all you must do is reach
Condemned to be free, no longer blinded by the idolatry
As the first dawn breaks upon us, a gnarled branch and an ivory tusk
This noble lie means nothing to me, this noble lie means nothing to me
So tear the scales from your eyes and look out upon a bleak existence
One where the promise of purpose is bartered, rewritten and twisted
Our teeth have been sharpened, so to must be our minds
Thought can not be turned for profit, the path will never be defined
We rise to the challenge, to the responsibility, to this very moment in time
We rise to face the faceless, they are great in number
But we must be greater in conviction
We rise and break from our chains to turn, unblinking toward a future undetermined
We rise, the caves mouth gapes endlessly, ever expanding, before us
So we'll storm that tower ever upward toward the keep
Our own hands await us there; my reflection staring back at me