Artificial Light (Of All the Living Lies)

The little kings and queens of darkness
Bless you with their hands
Empty hands

But do not take the blessing
Unless you understand

And consent to it
In constant night
See only
By the artificial light

And so called friends give you a candle
That will be your sun
Twenty-nine cent sun

And you're thinking it will warm you
Wrapped in dreams the spider stung

You commit yourself
To endless light
You have burned out truth
With your artificial light
Blinding artificial light