S.N.M. - Uada

Here below the great watching eyes

Deception encases the illusion of our lives

Thy will be done, without the son

Where are we to seek meaning in your truth

When only fib, fable and fiction is absolute

Deny his name, there are no flames

Constitutionally enslaved

We would surely drown if it wasn’t for the waves

Look to the sky, open your eyes

At what point will we try to break away

And turn back from the paths that they have paved

We have to see, we are not free