An Incision

Weathered away by the sheer weight of meaning
No pause to recoil and you fall in line here
It takes seed, a glimpse of the wound
Under the idea
And you know
This isn't always what it seems to be
A need to compare
I can see past you into forever
I can see the end
She is hacked by the answer
Face down
And I never take the strain

She enters the arm on the wings of the needle
The media covenant claims this as truth
A violent revolt to this taste of the artless
Grasps for the proof
She's trafficking in answers
[And we fly]
Stained by the mark of the word
Under order of our lady of pain
The secret
Blistering under the skin
Bears the imprint of the incision
[And we fly]
Still yearning for a brighter day
[And we fly]
We'll blow this lie away
And she is hack'd by the answer
Face down again
And I never take the strain
She is hack'd by the answer
Flakes out again
And I never take the strain