Silencio lyrics

The Rule Of The Game

Lightness, a farce,
the waved mirror,
and through the looking glass,
with love tells a story
without judgement
ushers into
the root of the canker,
the observatory.
There we are, disarmed,
revealed in this light.
The finger alarms
the prospect of a plight.
The ruling class
neglects again
responsibility,
over-indulged children
drawn to cruel games,
pointless pleasures,
impulsive reflexes,
a group of assassins.
There we are, disarmed,
only our consciousness,
...class paving
the way to fascism.
So graceful, alluring masquerade,
and below the veneer, wretchedness.
Is there a ...
is not tenable,
it makes one want to sleep,
makes me want to weep.
The ghosts are coming
home at night,
devoid of consciousness,
stripped humaneness.
Split fibre can never be happy,
disheveled, struggling humanity.