The Death of White

Can you look in the mirror?
Do you avoid your reflection?
Disconnected and detached
With a violent complexion

Do you now fear yourself
As much as others do?
Ignorant and obsessed
With a colorless hue

Shattered illusions
Are never what they seem
The web of dreams beckons
With every passing scream

Where is your brother now?
And where is your wife?
Where is your loyalty?
And where is your life?

Tell me, Master Mechanic
What is it that you have built?
Is it a palace of virtue
Or a prison of guilt?

Shattered illusions
Are never what they seem
The web of dreams beckons
With every passing scream

Brother, you've lost your way
I remember you in better days
In this cold harvest season
Remember your reason

Hail to the System
And to the broken machine
Listen to the teachers
On the glowing screens

Tell me, Master Mechanic
What is it that you have built?
Is it a palace of virtue
Or a prison of guilt?

Dark rooms, bright screens, and spent cartridge casings
Seeking control, and constantly chasing
One whole people, entrapped and castrated
Along with the world that they created

Sister, you've gone too far
You've forgotten who you are
Under the shadow of the earth
Now is the season for rebirth

Shattered illusions
Are never what they seem
The web of dreams beckons
With every passing scream

Shattered illusions
Are never what they seem
The web of dreams beckons
With every passing scream