Another appeasement to one with no name
Slip of the tongue they all sound the same
One man's curse is another man's creed
Both implied by the lives they lead
Irrelevant face, irreverent mind
When a culture fails to bury their blind
I dance along to the chorus sometimes
Lay in wait on bones so high
Justification at the risk of your life, all held at the tip of a knife
Secrets once held, now secrets revealed, wounds of which will never heal
A passerby blinded by chance, a ritual dance
Or indoctrination at such a young age, never a chance to turn the page
Irrelevant face, irreverent mind
When a culture fails to bury their blind
I pass the time in shine or shine
Lay in waste from the altar wine
Irrelevant face, irreverent mind
When a culture fails to bury their blind
I pass the time in shine or shine
Lay in waste from the altar wine