That moment you discover
not everything is as good as you thought
and things start to getting worse (and worse.)
The light you need is just shade,
everything darkens and you find yourself alone.
That’s the moment that hatred whispers in your ear
the worst things come out of your mind.
You think that's not part of you,
but it is closer than it seems.
Even though I cant see, my skin is covered in black.
I know you'll find yourself waiting for me to raise my voice.
Sometimes I try to suppress ideas,
and others I let them flow; and I float ... and I can see.
I can see again that the good is bad
although inside the bad there is something good.
I question myself again and again, again and again.
The clock that rotates, rotates and rotates.
Even though I cant see, my skin is covered in black.
I know you'll find yourself waiting for me to raise my voice.
Even though I cant see, and my skin is covered in black.
I know you'll find yourself waiting for me to raise my voice.
And I'll feel the battle cry, the sound of the truth.
The needles stop, and I discover.
That everything you do wrong is so bad,
and everything you do well is so good ...
Blind again.
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