A Subtle Dagger

it infiltrates,
 insidious,
 it feigns at love,
 betrays our trust
 in what we've known,
 since we were born.
 the truth we've found in all we see
 points to design,
 still our chests swell,
 we'll never find
 true answers from a wishing well.
 so feed us all
 another lie,
 to still our thoughts,
 appease our pride,
 so we wont have
 to change the way we see, we live, we love, we die,
 our lust precede
 our blasphemy,
 our logic reads
 like notes from tainted autopsy.
 (solo by Teppei)
 our souls they speak of something more,
 but we cant look beyond ourselves.
 we implore empty skies because
 our hearts hold room for no one else,
 we extend our
 claws to grasp at shadows of the
 ideals we have,
 lost causalities of a subtle dagger,
 buried to the
 hilt in our hearts, blood on our hands.