The Blindfold Symphony

The blindfold slips, but nobody turns away.
They paint the cage and call it a brighter day.
A quiet street where heavy shadows fall,
We whisper lies against the waiting wall.
The glass march plays as bleeding moments pass,
We lock our cells and call the script our home.

And the rhythm takes control,
Pieces of the soul.
Ohohoh, hear the anthem rise,
Underneath the heavy skies.

Dance with the blind, let the darkness lead the way...
We turn our backs to the colors of the day.
As long as the notes keep playing on repeat,
We will walk along the quiet, empty street.
[Soft backing vocals]
— Blind... — (Fade away...)
— Blind... — (Let it be...)
We lose our minds to the decree.

Dance with the blind, let the darkness lead the way...
We turn our backs to the colors of the day.
As long as the notes keep playing on repeat,
We will walk along the quiet, empty street.

( How did we fall so far...?)
The stage is set. The curtain’s wide.
No place to run. No truth to hide.
We traded all our tomorrows,
Just to drown in safe sorrows.

Dance with the blind, let the darkness lead the way!
We turn our backs to the colors of the day!
As long as the notes keep playing on repeat,
We will walk along the quiet, empty street!
Ohohoh, let the curtain fall.
Ohohoh, deaf to the call.

Just close your eyes.
The blindfold symphony.