Our perception, so limited and so restrained

A symptom of our condition

Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind

A symptom of our condition



But we’re ready, ready to face illusion

Ready, ready to survey dark vistas

Where forgotten realities have come to the surface

New details, inner workings of the machine

Ours to discover



Lift the veil, give us focus

A view flawless, we’re so naïve

Lift the veil, the faint shading

Of the world that we perceive



Steady, steady, we won’t shy away

Steady, steady, as we face the unveiling

Where we see everything anew

Enhanced by a new light



Mask lifted from the face

Of the world we knew

It’s all coming clearer



Have we always viewed our world

World subdued, out of focus?

Have we always looked through broken

Broken lenses, broken lenses?



Have we let ourselves

Be convinced, be convinced

That our privilege is justified, ours by right?

Ours by right, ours by right