At the Gates
The Conspiracy of the Blind
Let the language be the blade
Dead it stares into our empty lives

Created needs, as tumors they grow
The swarming worms of a thousand lies
A thousand lies

The conspiracy of the blind
Staring dead into our lives of decay

Hermetic halls, echo silent now
Flood the landscape of our minds
Of our minds

The conspiracy of the blind
Staring dead into our lives of decay

From the lips of the blind man
A kiss of decay
The dawn of the iconoclast
A sharpened blade

The conspiracy of the blind
Staring dead into our lives of decay

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