It must of been hard to be a prisoner In a place you felt alone It must of been hard to find lost feeling When real love you were never shown It must
: Blinded, I give my true confession Innocent I walk out on the floor Finding, all of my oppression Patronizing what you think is pure Give me something
A crescendo of furious winds Unleashes apocalypse As flashing lightning bolts lacerate the skies The storm rises and roars a funeral orison All over
Blinded, I give my true confession Innocent I walk out on the floor Finding, all of my oppression Patronizing what you think is pure Give me something