Soft Weapons - Artifex Pereo
Calculated narration falls from a tainted tongue
A painting sttched together woven from a thread hand sewn
Draped across the backs of hungry and distracted friends of foes
Reality perceived is hidden in a shadow
Malintent is never shown
Fed the fodder shaped by hands unknown
Swallowing a fiction that's been grown
They'll distort the truth
Package it as proof
Diagram that suits
Tangled ink on the page ill strating the lies we believe
Storm clouds gather deluge sets to task
Can't be bothered questions go unasked
Rally round our tables made of stone
Buried in the sand we feel at home
Contrived with fraud in mind
They've formulated life
They built the house we dwell inside
Our minds were made before we tried
Soak up the scenes that we are shown
It's hard to break from paths so known
They'll distort the truth
Package it as proof
Diagram that suits
Tangled ink on the page ill strating the lies we believe
Full collapse of truth is handed out as proof
A framework that suits
Drying ink on a page ill strating the face that deceives
Peel back screens now you found out never trust a talking head
Orchestration is able to tip weight in favor of
Evil actions condoned in the absence of information
This contest is won with what's real
How can minds be made able to wade through madness surreal
Madness so surreal