Let the language be the blade
Dead it stares into our empty lives

Created needs - as tumors they grow
The swarming worms of a thousand lies
The conspiracy of the blind - staring
Dead into our lives of decay

Hermetic halls - echo silent now
Flood the landscape of our minds
The conspiracy of the blind
Staring dead into our lives of decay

From the lips of the blind man
A kiss of decay
The dawn of the iconoclast
A sharpened blade
The conspiracy of the blind
Staring dead into our lives of decay