Perception colored by death
Of a loved one, of a friend...
Conception choked at the hinge
When did this become the end?

Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our monolith
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness

To bet on anything less
To bet on your dog to win
Finicky sleight of hand

Convince the spectators that you can't
Show off hollow accomplishments

Contention, cold sacrilege
Colder still for giving in

Mercy, mercy
Kneel at the base of our conduit
And pray its faceless grey plains choose blindness