Boy Sets Fire. In Chrysalis. The Tyranny Of What Everyone Knows. Zeneszám

The pooling of blood from your neck to the floor
Makes a beautiful trophy to parade and
Even the score
Their words in stone of persuasion in sound
Fall on open ears And sewn shut mouth
Taught the answers
Ignored the questions as we vomit choke and die
Truth is truth is lie
As history portrays this time
Truth is truth is blind
Their money pays for the transcripts we sign
Derailed from birth, designed to serve
Everyone knows the solution to the problems
We bought credentials unneeded decide for you
The books are written our choice is proof