Let the language be the blade Dead it stares into our empty lives Created needs - as tumors they grow The swarming worms of a thousand lies The conspiracy of the blind - staring Dead into our lives of decay Hermetic halls - echo silent now Flood the landscape of our minds The conspiracy of the blind Staring dead into our lives of decay From the lips of the blind man A kiss of decay The dawn of the iconoclast A sharpened blade The conspiracy of the blind Staring dead into our lives of decay