God has left me on my own to carry my disease
My halo’s getting heavy as I fall down on my knees
Dying from a dark void on the inside
My suffering is eating me alive
Blessed is the man that cannot see
Blind is the one with no sympathy
CHORUS:
No mouth can swallow our hunger
No gun can kill our war
No pill can cure our cancer
What can we do but fall?
Where does it end?
Dying till the end of us all
Who knows how it all began?
Deeply under I’ve become an empty space
How do I rise when everything beautiful is so far away?
My brother high on the bread of prosperity
Dreams of a brighter destiny haunting me
Blessed is the man that cannot see
Blind is the one without sympathy
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
How do we prepare for the sorrows of tomorrow?
When we still try to heal from the wounds of yesterday
All we have left is invisible roads to follow
In a world of victims who’s left to blame?
CHORUS
Blood red roses on the coffin of a soldier
Scarlet tears we cry as our thoughts are growing colder
Warheads filled with vengeance and hatred
Debt is outstanding and we seek payment
Blessed is the man that cannot see
Blind is the one with no sympathy
CHORUS
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