Acquiescence - Arkive, Marcel Gadacz

I’ve been refusing to open up these hands

Releasing clenched up answers within white-knuckled fists

Feels like I bought the ticket and I’m afraid to take the ride

The disease and the cure, vaccine or thorn in the side

Ignorance is bliss in the heart of the vulture

Success, the ruination of man

Ignorance is bliss, it’s a part of our culture

It’s been so long, holding on, keeping this inside

And all the pretenses I tried to hide

Tried to renew everything for you

And you left me high and dry

But we’re holding on, we’re holding on to the key

To our cage

Dispossessed of the answers I so sorely need

But I’ll make the distance

Shouldering the weight of this conviction

Abstinence from the source of all my intuition

The face of a broken man

How did I slip so far from who I am?

It’s piracy in its highest form

Emaciated faces staring at the feast of all the ages

Moral fibre frays as we come to the end of our rope

Manifest destiny for humanity, quaking in fear of our nearing end

Quaking in fear of our nearing end

Ignorance is bliss

In the heart of the vulture

Ignorance is bliss

It’s a part of our culture

It’s been so long, holding on, keeping this inside

And all the pretences I tried to hide

Tried to renew everything for you

And you left me high and dry

But we’re holding on, we’re holding on to the key

To our cage