"Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by it's growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold"

[Leo Tolstoy]



Wash it all away, this replica, wash it all away

We reveal only truths that we have chosen

And tell only secrets of the surface



We offer up our skin, the measure of our worth

As we wade into the shallows

Wash it all away, this replica



The rising tied will wash it all away

Rais the border and the boundaries

We separate lesser evils each in their own compartments



The view from this lense by it's design divides us

Divides us, what of the truth

Only movement in the reaches of gravity can mean anything



Towers were built like castles from the sand, like statues of tyrants

The tide is coming in to wash them away

The towers were built like castles in the sand



The rising tide will wash them away