Poison Wells

Fixations to relation
We speak the same language of retaliation
Revolting against the establishment in theory
Without the means to make a change
Uttering clever ways to lodge complaints in unofficial petitions
Incite a riot on the grounds of self righteous seditions

What’s wrong and what is right when it’s all a matter of how you quote the narrative
Half empty gauges of our lack
Conditioned by self robbery
How do we take our perceptions back?

Tell me what to believe
When our goods and evils are relegated to the roles of truth revised
Tell me what’s right when I am a fool and you are wise
What’s the color of it all through the filter of your eyes
Frame us in the boxes of our profiles custom tailored to these facts that are made of lies
Our longing hearts are broken guides
When our wants will against our morals we write the ways of our own compromise
Save your soul or save the world, hopes divided, you decide
Which one lives and which one dies
Can you hear the truth beyond the way your impulse cries?

Judge to judge the way we make our observation
In gavel wars we wage to sentencing of self preservation
We dance around the same fire from different angles of the heat
Our lusts of flesh on the spectrum of this self defeat

Lost for the pleasures of our pleasant trees
Forbidden fruits ripe on the branches, a buffet of debaucheries
The way we disgrace the sacred after what we deem is right
Replacing God after the image of our own light

Everything we see is but a shadow
Everything is overcast
When unity deviates from absolutes, self love is the war we wage with the divine
When the myth of the human spirit is the way we draw the dimensions of this twisted line

Lawless lawmakers of our own decree
To what extent do we appropriate the words of our true liberty
Every rule by which we abide began from the same place
And everyone we break is just another way we exploit true grace

Guilty all the same on a level battleground
When the difference between calling it what is or complying to willful ignorance is the difference between the lost and found
When social approval is the altar at which we sacrifice true virtue
Denying the truth on the terms of a fear of offending because no one wants to hurt you

Wound me to heaven, don’t flatter me to hell
As we drink from the depths of opposite springs
Are we drinking from true love or a poison well?