facts don't always tell the whole
truth, like puzzles
with alleys and caverns and
all those little bombs used
to mix the formulas together.
facets to freeze intelligence,
meters that mediate what should and shouldn't,
what could and can't be told.
we're left out in the cold
staunchly defending a kingdom,
built on lies,
built on the injustice that 
somehow ties this all together.
tonight, tonight,
tonight we'll take the sky and scortch it.
force them all to notice 
how sick we really are.