Xyphos What Comes Before
Thinking yourself open, you speak confidently
Arrogance apparent, as you refuse to see
Those born high, cannot be faulted
Your mind is twisted, and your future clouded
Those gathered below shout both praise and words of hate
Look deep into their eyes, their appetites sate
Do you deny your narcissism?
With care you peel away their pessimism
Meet my eyes, I am one with them
See through the lies, recognize what you pretend
You hide behind the mask of your skin
Shelter beneath the cloak of your sin
Do you embrace your hedonism?
With hurried breath you bring down their optimism
When the strings are seen, they may be seized
Losing control, as they beg for your favour
Closing your eyes, to maintain control you labour
Control, I see your grasp wavering
Denied, the chance to live as yourself
When the strings are seen, they may be seized
