Clear Skies

It extends far beyond hypocrisy
And becomes the fundamental flaw of humanity-
We need to believe in something
So much,
We turn our backs on all we have
Or could have had
And justify our actions
As our real blessings turn to dust.
The simplest truth,
The most beautiful truth,
Has now become a lie.
How can we look each other in the eye
When we're staring at the skies?

Figureheads rise,
Each one promising demise,
Telling you to watch the skies,
That they will crack.
Meanwhile their legions
Stab you in the back-
Violent thrusts of knives,
But we're all still watching the skies!
We confuse our cries
With chants,
Then silence them
To hear the feather-hearted rants
Of madmen.

Caught in a trance,
We cannot dance,
We cannot question
Eternal chance.
We have no hope
To advance
When our eyes are on the skies
And all our hearts
Hold a lance.
So let us part
With this romance,
And let us start
A mortal chance.