A subtle hum, a gentle breeze, a world unseen, unheard, it teases. The tapestry of life unravels thread by thread, We walk in haze, blind to the path ahead. The whispers rise, a chorus soft and low, But we're deafened by the clamor of the things we think we know. The signs are there, etched in the stone and sky, Yet we choose not to see as the silent warnings slide by, Trapped in our gilded cages and our own self made lies, We stumble on, indifferent beneath these hollow skies. The chorus of the wrong echoes in our ears, Their honeyed words, they quell our doubts and fears, They build their kingdoms on foundations of deceit, And lead us down their paths, where souls no longer meet. We chase the mirage that shimmers in their eyes, While truth lies shattered beneath their clever lies. We give our power away, in ignorance and greed, And the silent cries of our brothers and sisters go unheard indeed. Can we break the spell? Can we open our eyes? Can our hearts awaken to the truth that underlies. The echoes of the unseen start to rise and grow, A thunderous wave of truth, a forceful flow! Break free from the chains that bind you to the false, Find your voice and reclaim the path that you've lost! The truth is waiting, let the revolution begin, A new world created, from deep within. The turning of the tide, a shift in the perception, A rediscovery, a conscious resurrection. We choose the right or wrong, it depends on us my friends, To rise above the noise or for our fate to end. It is our duty to search and understand, To change and rise as one and take our final stand. The echoes of the unseen start to rise and grow, A thunderous wave of truth, a forceful flow! Break free from the chains that bind you to the false, Find your voice and reclaim the path that you've lost! The truth is waiting, let the revolution begin, A new world created, from deep within. Listen close, listen well, the whispers gently call, A chance to wake, before we lose it all.
