We speak, we lie until we die
Against the truths we hold inside
Knotted and knitted in dyes and tides
Cavernous patterns of veinous hives

Pulsing, raging and hiding from sight
In minds filled with subconscious rights
But only if we were to light those dyes
And expose our fabric to the eye

The lies would see the dying light
And visions free will confide
For rights that are a spoken lie
Don’t hide from sight those knotted dyes
Rage, pulsate and speak until you die