My face grows in you.
It's black, it's red, it's cold and blue.

My gaping expressions
Will swallow all metaphor
My sentiments
To putrify and abhor.

I am your Conscience
I am Guiltless
I am Truthful
And I'll drink away the Rational.

...

At any time I'll let you see
What you could be
What you could have done
Battles lost that could have been won

…
This tyranny can only last for so long
Before the world decides to shake its head and move on

Vengeance is such a poor excuse
For this genocidal abuse

Throw your coin into the wishing well
To take all the others and send us straight to hell
…
At any moment you will see
What you could be
What you could have done
To stop the death of your own son
…
My words echo a colder truth
Of a move long overdue