The lyrics reflect a separation between a who a person pretends to be and who they actually are. Referring to life as a game, Warrel is playing blind, dumb, feigning uncertainty in how he acts around people, meanwhile the framework within shows someone disillusioned with the state of humanity and supposedly elevated beyond the bleeding hearts and soiled minds around him--people living without any actual consciousness. That reflecting the state of our being, our priorities are all wrong. It's really consistent with some of the other things he's tried to say all over Nevermore's catalog and his obvious Timothy Leary influences.
The problem with these lyrics though, is that a huge aspect of enlightenment is being able to let go of anger and hatred, however Dane has constructed a cage of it that he's trapped himself in. He hits a roadblock. His curse is that while he feigns ambivalence, actual enlightenment also evades him. He is unable to find solace in even the most poignant moments: “The sun in my hand becomes my despair/For I still want the truth.”
The lyrics reflect a separation between a who a person pretends to be and who they actually are. Referring to life as a game, Warrel is playing blind, dumb, feigning uncertainty in how he acts around people, meanwhile the framework within shows someone disillusioned with the state of humanity and supposedly elevated beyond the bleeding hearts and soiled minds around him--people living without any actual consciousness. That reflecting the state of our being, our priorities are all wrong. It's really consistent with some of the other things he's tried to say all over Nevermore's catalog and his obvious Timothy Leary influences.
The problem with these lyrics though, is that a huge aspect of enlightenment is being able to let go of anger and hatred, however Dane has constructed a cage of it that he's trapped himself in. He hits a roadblock. His curse is that while he feigns ambivalence, actual enlightenment also evades him. He is unable to find solace in even the most poignant moments: “The sun in my hand becomes my despair/For I still want the truth.”