Color Blind

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Color Blind Lyrics written by: David Wolfe [Spoken Intro] "Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter." [Verse I] Once I saw the world in monochrome, obedient and mild, Every sermon rang like iron bells to discipline the child. Holy men in towers swore the truth was carved in stone, Every doubt a serpent’s tongue, each question overthrown. Yet the saints who claim the heavens never dare to look below, Where the cracks inside their scripture let a deeper color glow. Strange—the men who preach salvation fear the sight of living light, Like the truth’s a creeping fever in the marrow of their night. Tell me preacher, tell me plainly, since you claim the sight divine— If you see the will of heaven, why are you so color blind? [Pre-Chorus] You speak like kings of prophecy enthroned in borrowed sight— Yet every throne you worship trembles in the light. So tell me now… who’s blind tonight? [Chorus] You are color blind beneath the trembling chapel flame, Painting halos on your tyrants while condemning me by name. You are color blind while truth ignites the air I breathe, Calling every rising question some demonic heresy. Every prophet in your kingdom chants that doubt is some disease, Yet their scriptures start to stutter when a thinking mind appears. If the truth was ever sacred, it was never yours to bind— You just wrapped it up in doctrine so the masses stayed confined. Let the thunder split your steeples, let the broken heavens chime— For the man who sees in color ends the age of color blind. [Verse II] Mother’s voice like iron thunder from the belfry of my youth, Swinging verses like a hammer every time I questioned truth. Every doubt another devil whispering inside my head, Every thought a blazing heresy that must be left for dead. Yet the deeper that I listened past the sermons and the fear, Came a darker kind of laughter echoing behind the ear. Strange how those who claim the vision fear the questions that we ask, Like their faith is just a fragile little porcelain mask. If your God designed this prison and the chains that I have worn— Why does every crack reveal a world I’ve never seen before? [Pre-Chorus] You crowned yourselves the judges of the damned and the divine— Yet every throne you built was drawn in monochrome design. So tell me now… who’s color blind? [Chorus] You are color blind beneath the trembling chapel flame, Painting halos on your tyrants while condemning me by name. You are color blind while truth ignites the air I breathe, Calling every rising question some demonic heresy. Every prophet in your kingdom chants that doubt is some disease, Yet their scriptures start to stutter when a thinking mind appears. If the truth was ever sacred, it was never yours to bind— You just wrapped it up in doctrine so the masses stayed confined. Let the thunder split your steeples, let the broken heavens chime— For the man who sees in color ends the age of color blind. [Breakdown] Tell me—who decides what heaven means? The frightened kings with borrowed dreams? The men who tremble at the sight Of something living past their light? You built your gods from fear and dust. You built your truth from chains and rust. You called it faith— I call it design. But something deeper moves below, A darker tide beneath the shrine… And when it rises through your throne, You’ll learn who’s color blind. [Final Chorus] You were color blind when judgment carved my name in flame, Every lie you sanctified became the fuel that fed my rage. You were color blind while truth awakened in my veins, Now the storm you tried to silence tears apart the chains. Hear the heavens crack in terror as the spectrum floods the sky— Every angel forced to witness what you tried to crucify. If the world was built on blindness, then your prophets were aligned With the shepherds leading followers who never questioned why. But the man who sees the colors that your kingdom can’t define Is the one you feared would rise beyond the color blind. [Outro] Once I saw the world in monochrome— A quiet cage of borrowed sight. But truth crept through the cracks of stone And burned away the holy night. Now every tyrant stands behind The judgment of the color blind… And something stirs beneath the tide. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New Album "Truth & Illusion" OUT NOW!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------