Reality has come a’knocking in the cold light of day and those once painted Saints Are all cast away. The cards have collapsed and the air tastes stale all those who were once hailed are heckled, jeered, jailed So when the light is cast and the shadows flushed out the sinners are seen for what they are; pale, pathetic, pockmarks on society – they have been seen they have been measured and found, completely wanting. Welcome to The Unveiling.