Iron Glove

The words are just confessions of a mask
They say that thoughts have wings
But our wings have been clipped
The words have gotten in the way
And we are just limping forward
Yet, instead of trying to find the thoughts behind the mask
The thoughts that really count, but not the words
We have fallen for the reflection
The reflection of the shadow of civilization
A civilization that knows no honor
That knows no respect
That knows not its desires or true meaning
A lie within a lie within a lie
The time is long past for a new beginning
A caress within the iron glove