"Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by it's growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold" [Leo Tolstoy]
Wash it all away, this replica, wash it all away We reveal only truths that we have chosen And tell only secrets of the surface
We offer up our skin, the measure of our worth As we wade into the shallows Wash it all away, this replica
The rising tied will wash it all away Rais the border and the boundaries We separate lesser evils each in their own compartments
The view from this lense by it's design divides us Divides us, what of the truth Only movement in the reaches of gravity can mean anything
Towers were built like castles from the sand, like statues of tyrants The tide is coming in to wash them away The towers were built like castles in the sand