Making magic make believe, while
Simple subtle lies deceive,
We have no fear; we shed no tears,
We've got our fingers in our ears
We've got our hands over our eyes
Trapped in our dreams of
Bright blue skies, where
All is well, ignoring hell,
Protected by that magic spell,
That shields us from the truth of
Things, and brings peace to our minds,
"Well, I can't see it, so it isn't there,"
"It's not my problem, so why care? "
OH! WOE IS YOU!
OH! WOE IS YOU!
Your understanding,
Blunt and crude,
My dear, you are
The ******* child, of
Wicked fortune's
Twisted smile,
Your heart, it wants  of
Will and wile,
Your mind, it lacks of
Skill and guile,
Your spirit, rendered
Infantile, impotent and
Indolent, my dear,
You are no innocent,
You are as guilty as they,
Your apathy has trapped you,
As your powers, they decay,
Now, you must break the spell, and
Wake your eyes,
Unplug your ears, and
Hear the cries, of
Retribution, on the wind,
That begs us all to join.