Eeeeeoww, (oh oh oh)

This one goes by the name of Blinded,
Blinded!


Let me play with your hearing as we lay under the moon,
Everything is near in the night that we choose,
To get lost in the sound of earth,
With Frost on a mount of curbs,
I give Props to the knots that lead us closer to the founding urge,
Of the lust we share under the night,

I'm Blinded,
Seeking hope knowing that I'm tied in,
To the hopeless minded - souls need finding - broken eyelid people,
Moment of silence....

For the lost souls,

The ones that couldn't speak their mind,
Im fond of those who lead it right,