The patron saint under the lighthouse of lies

They are afraid of the uneasy elements hidden in notes and melodies. They imprison language expression and stifle free thoughts and voices. They are fear notes and words, the courage to break the silence. They are afraid of the collision of ideas, fear exploring the unknown. They prevent crowds from gathering, Trying to isolate each independent soul. So they built a high wall, Turn the city into a city of silence. What they are afraid of is not music and words, but the call in them that guides us towards truth. Since they are afraid of everything, So why do we still fear them? So why do we still fear them? Towers stand tall, blocking the sun, Shadows loom, breath undone. Invisible hands, controlling all, Chains bind freedom, hear its call. They stand so high, cold and mean, Like hungry beasts, they devour all I've seen. We're ants so small, can't fight back, Just whisper in the dark, our hearts attack. They think they have everything under control, Little do they know that fear is the real prison. Since they are afraid of everything, So why do we still fear them? So why do we still fear them? Silent lambs, heads hung low, Fear's seeds sprout, hearts aglow. Darkness fades, dawn's almost here, Justice's light, shines far and near. They think they have everything under control, Little do they know that fear is the real prison. Since they are afraid of everything, So why do we still fear them? So why do we still fear them?