When the metal bled no shame

When the metal bled no shame

What if the Percattos never came,
And the metal never ever bled no shame,
And what if the steel doors were never blown down?

What if they never dug up that mound,
What if Yahweh never went to town,
What if Dawar decided not to stick around?

It wouldn't quite be the same.
But who's to blame?
It's not like consciousness was really meant to be.

But what happens when what's real
And what is dream start to mix, congeal
And what you believe is all that you can see?

It's not blindness- It's reality