Again

Take my hand, you ancient bastard,

The modern world is yours to see.

I have not the right to show it

But in blind eyes no truth can be.

In this life we have but one chance,

Be the seen or be the slave.

In the darkness you must shine,

In the daylight you wilt away.

What do you know from your old books, 

Stories from a world of lies. 

Feel the truth as it breaks through you, 

Reveal the fantasy as it dies. 

Like a leaf you're torn asunder, 

Trapped beneath the boot of man

Your only freedom comes with torment, 

Your dead soul is now a sham. 

Do as you wish, you coy trickster,

You clown of truth will never see.

You are the cancer in the forest,

You are the chains and are never free.