Deca - Blight lyrics

Uh huh

One's blight's another's paradise
Of unpolished gems
Plucked from the dollar bins dust
Mites are crawlin' in
Don't put me in a box with them
I need oxygen so I can say my peace
Like an extended olive limb
When the public square turn into a coliseum?
The plan's to opt out the panopticon
Buy a plot of land
Reduce the Babel Tower to a pile of sand
And find a portal to the time
Before the fall of man
It all began, so I'm told, with a sound
Then along came a rogue out
To steal the king's crown
Eyеs on the summit, tryin' to become it
Firе in his stomach, pride before the plummet
All the true progress to offset
His aims is now
Empty platitudes and cosmetic change
The priests traded in their black
Robes for white lab coats
Sniffin' out dissent from the shadows
In the back roads

So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when
Viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There's bullet holes in armpit's
They said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, it's new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the
Blue runnin' through your veins
Are billowin' smoke like movin' trains
And takin' aim at every qubit of
Our souls in a losin' game

The world stage is set
Engaged in battle with the
Shadows that the state
Projects in a fixed game of chess
The loudest ones never practice
What they profess
And point fingers when their own
Demons pose the greatest threat
Malaise in the final days as the fires rage
And melancholia comes in tidal waves
Walk around scrawlin' my name inside the maze
Then crawl into a nautilus
Shell and hide away
The highest praise couldn't pull a fish
From the pit's of hell
When his self accusations morph
Into a prison cell
It'll take more than pennies
In the wishin' well
To tip the scales and see the
Light behind the lifted veil

So it moves and meanders
And warps and distorts when
Viewed through news cameras
Some open, some doors slam shut
There's bullet holes in armpit's
They said that he refused to put his hands up
The rules have changed, it's new terrain
The manufactured tools used to drain the
Blue runnin' through your veins
Are billowin' smoke like movin' trains
And takin' aim at every qubit of
Our souls in a losin' game