The Lie

This is why we climb up
Like we do, every morning.
Who we are, dreamlife,
Our unsuspected innocence
Is just a burden on our backs.
Our wings that will never fly.
A coat of ink over it to face
The world. The world.  Those people,
Those beautiful terrorists.
Show 'em your game face.
Become who you are.

Is the lie in the ink
Or what's under it?