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?