Lyrics

I) REAL EYES

Instrumental


II) THE WATCHMAN

Captivated by a chain of thought
I'm surrounded by the eyes in the walls
Silent judgement echoes in the chamber
As I look at myself and I see a stranger
Confess until I fall apart
Fill the room with a piece of my heart
Reflecting on the sins of the farther
reaches of my mind as I dream in darkness

Prisoners of our own design
Paranoid and terrified
Pointing our fingers to place the blame
Pouring our souls into the Panopticon

Am I being watched or am I the watchman
There’s a loneliness we have in common
Prisoners of our own creation
Built on broken promises and false foundations
He sits at the top of the tower
A monument made fit for a coward
Looming over all the pointless choices
Acted out by people long deprived of voices

Prisoners of our own design
Paranoid and terrified
Pointing our fingers to place the blame
Pouring our souls into the Panopticon


III) CHRYSALIS

Close my eyes, shut myself out from the room
The sound of blood fills my ears like I’m back inside the womb
Two thin red blinds will hide me from the watchman’s gaze
As I listen to the cries for help conveyed along my veins

It’s only in the dark where we truly see ourselves
We are vessels for the future, not just empty shells
I would rather face what waits than lock myself away
We’d be fools to fight against a fate that can’t be changed

I must end the reign of she who shone so bright
Reveal the evil that grew within her chrysalis of light
Escape the Panopticon and march on her golden halls
I’ll reveal the truth and watch her Empire fall


IV) THE LIE OF THE LAND

I’m pulling down the prison walls
I’ll rip them down with my own hands
I’m taking back the sky from you
Now I’ve seen the lie of the land

She said that we’d be safe in here
She said that we’d be loved

I’m tearing down the mountain range
Drawing lines across the sand
I got a whole new point of view
Since I saw the lie of the land

You said that I’d be safe in here
You said you'd love me too
Now I’ve seen through your disguise
I'm breaking out, just watch me fly


V) REPRISAL

Prisoners of our own design
Powerless ‘til we realised
Pointing our fingers to guide the way
Pulling ourselves out from the Panopticon
Pounding the drum as we go to war
Prepare yourself, it's time for the war
Prepare yourself, prepare yourself, it’s time for war
Prepare yourself, prepare yourself, this Empire must fall
Empires must fall!

It’s only in the dark where we truly see ourselves
We are vessels for the future, not just empty shells