Blindfolded!

Locate the figures of chaos, the fingers of fate

Interlaced in two-faced frames, games

With eyes clenched we all choose the blindness

One way to fall and still we all choose, we have to

With eyes clenched we all find this, the blindness

One way to fall, and still we all clench fists

To hold what we think exists and pray to what might

Without proof and lay ill in this

In the beautiful mess we've left unkept

Except for clues left that drip through the cracks in sequence

And bend light around truth

It's seamless, it's seamless

The figures of chaos

The fingers of fate interlaced in two-faced frames, layers

The primers of games, effective on eyes of the untrained

As signals remain mixed promoting robotics

Hypnotics of ignorant bliss untold

Uphold the blindfold we all wear, unaware

Stay blind and it will find you for no other reason

Than to remind you to forget, to check behind you

And to think twice about who designed you

Scientific methods erased our most sacred beliefs

Disgraced when placed in the shapes in the face

In the structures in space

In between lack of comfort and grace

Sent and received, amend to conceive

Data from every direction

Eleven dimensions with different intentions

The patterns in static decode all the questions

And what's not there is what is

And what is, is nowhere and never was

Just because of what is

Stay blind and it will find you for no other reason

Than to remind you to forget, to check behind you

And to think twice about who designed you

Locate the patterns, locate the figures of chaos

The fingers of fate interlaced in two-faced frames

Games

(Therefore there are paths, head around)

Blind, no guide, misplaced

Gliding through the negative space, untraceable source

Sublime messages that set the course

Entering realms where the soul bends and twists

Adjusting to fit this version of what we think exists

Occupied with the antithesis of our own happiness

Without ever realizing it

Realize it