Let the language be the blade
Dead it stares into our empty livesCreated needs - as tumors they grow
The swarming worms of a thousand liesThe conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decayHermetic halls - echo silent now
Flood the landscape of our mindsThe conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decayFrom the lips of the blind man
A kiss of decay
The dawn of the iconoclast
A sharpened blade
The conspiracy of the blind - staring dead into our lives of decay