Eyes to Form Shadows
Dälek Lyrics

I sense this social order in decline
I feel that our society is going downhill

Our people's been assassinated by our own blind
The people of our community have been killed by those who are ignorant to their struggles

Balance bullets off last vertebrae
We are in a precarious situation where one small push can end everything

Yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate
If we use our words and actions carefully and strategically, they can have a powerful impact

There's no escape
We can't run away from our problems, we have to face them head on

Your false Jesus promised lies
The promises of those in power are empty and untrue

I'm... serenaded by sincere tears often
I am moved by the genuine sadness and frustration of those around me

The honest only work to afford wooden coffins
Even those who live and work honestly struggle to make ends meet and afford basic necessities

Done talking cause it's speech that allows for deceit
Talking can be a way for people to manipulate and deceive others

This d‰lek I speak is forever bred in basements
My message and music is born from the underground, it comes from the struggles and experiences of those who are often overlooked

Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes
Only those who are similarly complacent and not taking action are the ones watching me change

Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought
My message can be jarring and hard to understand for those who are not living the same experiences as me

Caught by the few who do watch
Only a select few understanding and internalize my message

But lost on these blocks
Most people are oblivious to what's happening around them

Breath below gravel
We are buried under the weight of our struggles

Eyes to form shadows
Our experiences and perspectives shape how we view and interact with the world

Despair always ample
Hopelessness is often all around us

Structure's unraveled
The systems and structures that hold our society together are breaking apart

Head's nod
We may agree on the surface, but deeper down we are still struggling

But we still living shackled
We may be trying to persist and survive, but we are still limited by the restrictions and oppression of those in power

Ample time to sleep once this vein's collapse
We can rest when our struggles are over and our lives are taken from us

Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims
Those in power try to hold onto their control by exploiting those who are vulnerable

Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind
We may want to separate our thoughts and emotions from the pain and trauma we experience

Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections
Our experiences of oppression and struggle contribute to the person we become, for better or for worse

Blessings can't save designated slaves
Even positive efforts or outcomes can't fully erase the impact of being oppressed and marginalized

Only answer that remains to subvert whole system
The only way to create real change is to dismantle and reconstruct the systems of power that are currently in place

All systems fail
None of the existing structures and institutions are fully adequate or effective

But it's patience that has failed
We have been waiting too long for change to come from the top, and it's time for us to take action ourselves

As our patriarchy's jailed to provide veiled income
Our society is built on the oppression of marginalized groups in order to maintain the wealth and power of those in charge

None listen I speak with pierced larynx
Even when we use our voices to speak out, we are not always heard or understood

Addicts move in slow increments within granite
We may be making progress, but it is slow and difficult like trying to move through solid rock

Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish
Even when we are injured and limited, we can still find ways to resist and fight back

Deemed savage by masses
Those in power use the excuse of our supposed 'savagery' to justify their oppression and violence

When this anger's just average
Our anger is justified and normal given the circumstances we are living in

That pathetic premise of freedom is false
The idea of freedom is not a reality for everyone, especially those who are marginalized or oppressed

Futility of earthly flesh answers death's solemn call
The mortality of our bodies reinforces the temporary nature of our struggles and the importance of taking action now

Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue
My message and music is heavily influenced by the experiences and struggles of my ancestors

I kept breath within collapsed left lung
I have kept fighting and persevering despite my own struggles and limitations

As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone
I have watched as our society falls apart due to its own faults and failings

These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost
Looking around at our current situation, it's hard to find hope or purpose in what we are living through

Lost paradise rots
Our society has been stripped of any sense of paradise or utopian vision

Vacant lots breed riots
The abandoned and neglected areas of our communities lead to anger and unrest

Few men defiant as we tread 'mongst giants
Standing up to those in power when we are largely powerless is difficult and often dangerous

Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions
The lies and corruption of those in charge are suffocating the younger generation

Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus
Our experiences of oppression and struggle translate to art and writing that we use to communicate our message

Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious
Even those who believe in a higher power struggle with doubts and confusion in the face of oppression and struggle

None stand as righteous when judged through this iris
From the perspective of the oppressed and marginalized, nobody in power can be considered truly righteous or just

Skin marked by man's iron
Our bodies bear the scars of our struggles and oppression

Weighted souls wake when well tired
Our spirits are exhausted from carrying the weight of our daily struggles and oppression, but we keep going

The unsuspected conspire
Even those who we may not expect to work against us may be doing so in secret

Brunt smoke from pyre fills night's sky
The remnants of our struggles and oppression fill the air, serving as a reminder of the violence and pain we have endured

Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified?
Given the fact that we are all implicated in the violence and oppression of our society in some way, it can feel impossible to create real change

These questions denied
We may not have answers for these difficult questions

Answers just lies
The supposed answers we are given by those in power are often deceitful or incomplete

Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes
We need to reclaim our own history and experiences from those who try to erase or distort them