Daedalus could barely escape after he completed building it.
Is it us who create such mirrors to entertain our life's theatre?
From the waves of instinct we dam ourselves into our own creations.
The damned. The pure. Single-filed like the the flow of ants.
Tuning in to the limits of our modesty. The hidden agenda of our chivalry.
The roles made for masks and the masks made from rolls of ancient scroll.
Evolved archetypes give young bloods their stripes.
Young guns their bullets. Young men their purpose.
The execuioner of instinct sits on your work desk.
Toggles your desires for the principle.
Prudent are they who can sway between the two.
Careless are those who must choose.
Is it us who create such mirrors to entertain our life's theatre?
From the waves of instinct we dam ourselves into our own creations.
The damned. The pure. Single-filed like the the flow of ants.
Tuning in to the limits of our modesty. The hidden agenda of our chivalry.
The roles made for masks and the masks made from rolls of ancient scroll.
Evolved archetypes give young bloods their stripes.
Young guns their bullets. Young men their purpose.
The execuioner of instinct sits on your work desk.
Toggles your desires for the principle.
Prudent are they who can sway between the two.
Careless are those who must choose.
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