blind seers

Do you feel it there? Can you feel the blue?

Our species has failed, none of us is true

we wear masks and nail ourselves to ground

holding daggers, oblivious, to what will come around

our forked tongues drip with lie

Sandbagging each other down so no one could fly

It's all a game, you see, one big hoax

At the end of the tale, both king and pawn, go inside the box!