Slowly I lift up the blinds. Another day away. Further from watching your lines. Say what they wanted to say again. . So there the chance pass us by. 'Cause I can't seem to open your eyes.
Help me step away from the line. The one that's been drawn in front of me. Backed into this corner of mine. Taking off the blindfold just to see what's going on.
Welcome to the dead parade. Where no one marches to a leader. Welcome to the hand grenade that is my life. Pick up the pieces. . I can't get out of this dream, I've been sleeping for days.