Chikara - Patterns in the Static

Blindfolded

Locate the figures of chaos, the fingers of fate
Interlaced in two-faced frames, games

With eyes clenched we all choose the blindness
One way to fall and still we all choose, we have to

With eyes clenched we all find this, the blindness
One way to fall, and still we all clench fists
To hold what we think exists and pray to what might
Without proof and lay ill in this
In the beautiful mess we've left unkept
Except for clues left that drip through the cracks in sequence
And bend light around truth
It's seamless, it's seamless
The figures of chaos
The fingers of fate interlaced in two-faced frames, layers
The primers of games, effective on eyes of the untrained
As signals remain mixed promoting robotics
Hypnotics of ignorant bliss untold
Uphold the blindfold we all wear, unaware

Stay blind and it will find you for no other reason
Than to remind you to forget, to check behind you
And to think twice about who designed you

Scientific methods erased our most sacred beliefs
Disgraced when placed in the shapes in the face
In the structures in space
In between lack of comfort and grace

Sent and received, amend to conceive
Data from every direction
Eleven dimensions with different intentions
The patterns in static decode all the questions
And what's not there is what is
And what is is nowhere and never was
Just because of what is

Stay blind and it will find you for no other reason
Than to remind you to forget, to check behind you
And to think twice about who designed you
Locate the patterns, locate the figures of chaos
The fingers of fate interlaced in two-faced frames
Games

Blind, no guide, misplaced
Gliding through the negative space, untraceable source
Sublime messages that set the course
Entering realms where the soul bends and twists
Adjusting to fit this version of what we think exists
Occupied with the antithesis of our own happiness
Without ever realizing it
Realize it