The Glare

To glare at one’s other

Passed the realm of false imagery

Stare past the cover

Face the music, the melody

In the underground where myths all hide

And wait for time’s delivery to stay alive

They will aim to please

Cause they will need you

To exist for you

Is to deceive you

They sound so much prettier than the blackbirds song

Sail into your soul, they make it sail along

They are the archetype

The oldest lie

When everyone had their say, they’ll shed the brightest light

They are the weeds of need

That just wouldn’t die

The more you shatter them

The more they come alive

Beware of ones other

Be careful what you want to hear

Dare to be a lover

Laugh at hate’s efficiency

In the underground where myths all hide

Asking to be heard tonite to stay alive

And how to replace it?

So much new history going on

So much new history history history

In the corner of the great divide

We learn to pull no punches and picking sides

So one by one you’re going to dismantle it ,

You look it in the eye, as you manhandle it

You suck its poison out, and you abandon it

This bed time story was never candel lit

It’s the glare

There undercover

The truth like you have never seen

Sunlight doesn’t bother

Nor darkness, it was meant to be

In the underground where myths all hide

Asking to be heard tonight to stay alive