Lost the pieces of my mind My soul keeps searching for a better place in time Where should I go? What should I be? Seems like the things in life are lost that set me free
Blind man, blue man Sad man, used man Blind man, blue man Empty man
I've joined a group of walking dead Hard to know what's bad, what's good, what's in my head Living life in a matchbox Peeking out it seems the spinning never stops
Blind man, blue man Sad man, used man Blind man, blue man Empty man
Blind man, blue man Sad man, used man Blind man, blue man Empty man
Broken pieces cast in gray Hallow shell of human clay A heart that's sewing shut my eyes Can't see the love that shines before me
I'm such a blind man I'm more than blue man A silly sad man I'm all but used up man
Old reflections of good times Stare at me blankly like a wristwatch that won't wind Locked in a mirror with no key It's hard to see that smiling creature once was me
Blind man, blue man Sad man, used man Blind man, blue man Empty man Blind man, blue man Sad man, used man Blind man, blue man Empty man Empty man Empty man
Compositores: Paul Brandon Gilbert, John Peter Alderete (Alderete Juan), Mark Scott Travis (Scott Travis), Jeffrey Louis Martin (Martin Jeff L) ECAD: Obra #1008747