we find that truth is not inside the frame
since what is seen is not what we were shown
and what is left is just headache and moan
your silence is a kind of purple shame
not even worthy of a single groan
we find that truth is not inside the frame
the founders told us this was all a game
but their intentions like the rose were blown
all our sad purposes still marked the known
we find that truth is not inside the frame
the sight of venus chasing crescent moon
above the city tells us there's no time
for us to wait the morning bell must chime
we have to go the city wakes up soon
our only signal in this horrid clime
the sight of venus chasing crescent moon
no one is hidden now in their cocoon
this city's visible in all its grime
the one reward to justify our crime
the sight of venus chasing crescent moon
you want me to be free or so you say
old man magician with your leathern book
who half-way has me but must have mistook
my gratitude for some sort of dismay
you say you will not let me just betray
my anger and my frailty with a look
and yet your words are sharper than a hook
since i am not allowed to go my way
that darker one you tell me is not brave
still you must fear him since the heavy chain
is on his neck and and you lay on his head
not freedom's cap but the straw hat of slave
discounting every thought in his swift brain
as if you can dismiss that way your dread
