The Truth Beneath: Seeing Inside Out

Pull back the skin and see the sickness crawl beneath how fools crowned by the laughter of the future, beneath the polished surface and the gleaming gold and tender smiles lies the decay no hand can hide Pull back the skin and see the sickness crawl beneath how fools crowned by the laughter of the future, and if you take the ribboned box that shining crown and strip them clean, you will see the fifth deep into the grain Pull back the skin and see the sickness crawl beneath how fools crowned by the laughter of the future, the prize gleams from a moment but inside it festers and sours like a relic with no different from the dust Pull back the skin and see the sickness crawl beneath how fools crowned by the laughter of the future, how swiftly what is worshiped becomes worthless and how soon the victor is mocked by time from his shell and the see the rot from the inside… Raise them high and watch how quickly they fall if you think you are praised forever wait for a thousand voices today become none tomorrow, there’s a song for every here while they breathe Raise them high and watch how quickly they fall if you think you are praised forever, a cheer for every conquer who stands in the light but in the end their names are forgotten Raise them high and watch how quickly they fall if you think you are praised forever, their glories ground to powder beneath careless footsteps that never seem to come through Raise them high and watch how quickly they fall if you think you are praised forever, the crowd that once roared their names grows old and turns away and finally forgets to even murmur their memory… Chisel it deep and still it crumbles away you know it holds no one not even the mightiest not even the best loved, the marbles statues the grand names carved into stone even decay faster than the insects that burrow into forgotten tombs Chisel it deep and still it crumbles away you know it holds no one not even the mightiest, someone remembers fragment like a silver but the whole is like a beating story is gone lost as mist under the hard sun Chisel it deep and still it crumbles away you know it holds no one not even the mightiest, each generation forgets faster and remembers less, reshapes what little remains to suit themselves Chisel it deep and still it crumbles away you know it holds no one not even the mightiest, if you think history holds you firm, it is just a memory of one’s short lived life… See it clearly and you will not be afraid as there is freedom in knowing it all crumbles and all rots and all falls, and that you don’t not have to cling to any of it only if you can turn it all inside out this victories, those praises, those monuments and the fears See it clearly and you will not be afraid as there is freedom in knowing it all crumbles and all rots and all falls, without further illusions the chains fall away without blind worship that you can move freely like. A ghost too light to be caught See it clearly and you will not be afraid as there is freedom in knowing it all crumbles and all rots and all falls, there is strength in contempt as there is clarity in mockery and there is peace in seeing the world’s tricks exposed See it clearly and you will not be afraid as there is freedom in knowing it all crumbles and all rots and all falls, strip the banners, the silence the choirs and peel the gold leaf from the pillars and see what remains, A handful of frightened, grasping creatures pretending they can make something last against the gnawing dark… Watchwords: Take grand ceremony, a crowning like a shining parade and tear it down, Examine it bone by bone and you will find fear, greed, ambition dressed in robes Masked with smiles, weighed down with trembling hope to be believed They are clean winds sweeping away the fifth of needing to be seen

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Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, *“Who am I?”..*

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As and will always be reminding you to dream: *“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”*