Hanging on Rebellion by Remains of the Day

At the Threshold

by Remains of the Day· from Hanging on Rebellion

Hate breeds pride breeds power through pain assures security Entrapped by shore-to-shore ideas, confused without a clue No questions will loom large enough 'til the regime has been unclothed How do you dress the dead as they crawl away? How do you prove the lies you've told through vast hypocrisy? Spread the pavement long and wide over forsaken times To get ready for the mass-entranced that will bloom together, Anything to forget the forcification of mechanization and dehumanization of our time To this day you haven't known they elect their decisions like prisons To embark upon their fortunes They wring their hands over the threshold of inscrutable surroundings Still you let yourself be engulfed in this Pray with your eyes closed to assure you're not seeing (Pray with your eyes closed, pray with your eyes closed) Open your eyes, are you sure you're not seeing? Pray with your eyes closed to assure you're not seeing What is ethnicity shamed on and ridiculed, Tricked, raped, and murdered of all of the ethics? The powers that trample on the rights of the weak are just as likely to trample on you And now you've let yourself subjected to this Pray with your eyes closed to assure you're not seeing (?Open up them, open up them?) Open your eyes, are you sure you're not seeing? Pray with your eyes closed to assure you're not seeing.