Texty: Galactic Cowboys. Blind.

Tear drops of sorrow beating down upon my chest
For never knowing the true meaning of success
Genius and a rebel are the ways that you're perceived
But how can anyone be so utterly deceived

How could I have been so blind all this time?
Now that all the scales have fallen from my eye
How could I have been so blind?

Words full of knowledge, lacking wisdom were just lies
Actions representing the very things that you despise
Self-deception fills you in the final hour
Holding back the wall of fear that threatens to devour

You tried to take me to an evil place
But I slipped right through your human hands

Lack of repentance was the reoccuring clue
History of contention points the finger back at you