Blinding Ornaments

Permanent monologue, staring at the fuse and rope
You try to stop the future but the anchors in the past they hold you still
You rage against the human sin, you hate the colors of your land
But everything's a monologue you raise the flag and just pretend

Billions and billions and billions and billions of blinding ornaments
Obedience, obedience, obedience, obedience from cradle to grave

What are you, a tool with hands?
How do you mend with all that you've done that is wrong
Why are you afraid of them?
You only have a fragment of time, so be alive