Witness - Promethee

How blind must we be

To have missed this oppressive heresy

How empty of a soul

Hell bent, guilt ridden on policy

Ash risen when the dusk has woken

All I see is death the truth is spoken

Ash risen when the dusk has woken

All I see is death the truth has spoken

The truth is spoken

You talk of a witness

I’ll be that witness

You talk of a witness

The witness that you deserve

Face down in the gutter

All is now clear to see

Clear to see

Face down in the gutter

All is now clear to see

Tell me what is left

Nothing

Is what’s left of your lightness of being

Neglected

Protected

This is the final hierarchy