Owls

The owls are not what they seem

Rusted and worthless
Such is the weight of a word
Meaningless noises are murmured
Spewed like bile from your throat

Undercover
In the guise of virtue and colors
In the rise of eyes of watchers
To redefine the essence

Through your embers and landmines
Gnawl away at me
(A static blur on a broken screen)
Guts revealed by the sunlight
Raw so all could see
(Just hollow ghosts in a world unseen)

Raw-nerved, the spectres
Drown in caustic ether
Grinding through the texture
To hiding the ethos
The owls are not what they seem
The owls are not what they seem

Through your embers and landmines
Gnawl away at me
(A static blur on a broken screen)
Guts revealed by the sunlight
Raw so all could see
(Just hollow ghosts in a world unseen)

Raw-nerved, the spectres
Drown in caustic ether
Grinding through the texture
To hiding the ethos
The owls are not what they seem
The owls are not what they seem