The Noble Lie

Four figures appear before me
 Four to rule over the innocent
 One for bondage, one for power,
 one for greed, and another for fear
 In your logic, may I cast a spark?
 Twisted dogma, may I leave a mark?
 Without pretense or a defense
 in this moment of relevance
 So violent in their silence
 My voice trembles, my query is made
 Echoing throughout the chamber
 My words settle and slowly fade
 And I'm gasping for breath and reaching for depth
 I search my thoughts, this is all that was left
 I say, living's not so easy when you disregard all of your own
 A man cannot exist when burdened by his fatal flaws
 They say we are the protectors, players and directors
 These are creeds and solemn vows
 We dim the lights when certain, hide behind the curtain
 Submission is all we allow
 With all I have left in me, I slowly reach out my hand
 I touch them, tear off their shrouds
 Each face a state of my being
 And - And each one falls to the ground