
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.