The Castaway Crown

He stepped forward with certainty
 And then secured his blindfold tightly
 He saw nothing of this world, free of his own reflection
 He heard their voices faintly, so much softer than his own
 He sensed their touch rest upon him
 But only felt, only felt of stone
 His thoughts became an infinite flow
 The truths of which he spoke with absolute conviction
 And took solace in knowing their words
 Were simply competing frequencies
 The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
 Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
 A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
 A castaway lost at sea
 He found his voice ringing wall to wall
 Answer his thoughts, standing on his own
 He learned nothing of this world free of his own reason
 He paid no views attention that he did not find
 Paid no views attention that he did not find to his liking
 The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
 Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
 A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
 A castaway lost at sea
 The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
 Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
 The fate of one who only sees (truth in his own words)
 Is the furthest thing from free (is the furthest thing from free)
 A prisoner to an elite (no one will ever know)
 A castaway lost at sea