Cyclops - Zapruder

So you’re proud to be a binder

I wish my words were only fuel

To clear now this silver ink you’re drawn with

Leaving behind your golden shell

All is Babel

We seek the throne of perfect hell

And you ask yourself

Tell me

How to grab my eyes in the darkest age

How to catch my sight in front of a blinded heaven

You say we’re not under mechanics law

I say we’ve build the chains of erosion

Watch the Great Tower

In one eye vulture

This modern idol

It mouth, ravenous den

Drooling at ruins

Our hands were in silver

Burn now the skin used to taste emptiness

If they want to throw freedom up

Don’t ever swallow the plague of lie

Tear down this monument you’ve built

Life after life

Gouge out the eye of the beast

You gave birth to in ignorance

Our hands found again will be tempests