On the nighttime stage
Vice becomes vision
Righteousness exhausts its appetite
And sanctity visits the flames
Our dreams are easy freedom
They flesh out the fight
Tracing bloody ultimatums
On the barren dust of a day
Visions can touch that deepest need
Where your dull identity stumbles
Humbled and small
And all sleek philosophies
Are stripped down for syllables
Embarrassed by silence
Shamed by unconscious strength
And denied the final word
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