Our perception, so limited and so restrained  A symptom of our condition  Mass confusion, the evidence of staring blind  A symptom of our condition    But we're ready to face illusion  Ready to survey dark vistas  Where forgotten realities have come  to the surface  New details, inner workings of the machine  Ours to discover    Lift the veil, give us focus,  a view flawless, we're so naive  Lift the veil, the faint shading  of the world that we perceive    Steady, we won't shy away  Steady, as we face the unveiling  Where we see everything anew  enhanced by a new light  Mask lifted from the face  of the world we knew  It's all coming clearer    Have we always viewed our world sub-dued?  Out of focus?  Have we always looked  through broken lenses?  Have we let ourselves be convinced  that our privilege is justified, ours by right?