The world to me's an empty view, so vacant in it's frame

And even through rose-colored lense, it still would look the same

I hear the sounds of decadence, I smell a vile decay

Contorted cries of abhorrence, comes to me everyday

I wonder what goes on out there, behind these fastened doors

I'd hesitate a little bit, not knowing what it stores

If I could only, only peek, and see just for one minute

I'd see it's splendor and it's grim, and polar faces in it

With this bestowal, it will quench, the yearning of my eyes

Divulging this dark veil of black, Into it's hued disguise

Catching the richness of the land, the dazzle of the sea

All of the birds and people round, these things uplifting me

But then, I see the spoils of war, too gruesome to behold

Don't ever want to see again, an ugliness this bold

A blind man, in a blinding world, of disproportioned light

Cooped-up against the corner of a neverending night