Impressions shape and mold, they teach you right and wrong
The ones close are the ones that leave a mark
We carry a blindfold from a young age, blind from birth we stumble into the dark
We are a disease that has brought us to our knees
We are an avalanche that has left us buried beneath our own weight
Now everywhere I look, war, greed, pain and scars
The blindfolds off
I try to be my own man, but the weight of the world pulls me down
I try to live my own life, but the weight of the world pulls me down
Fingers pointed in every direction, who is to blame?
We're all the culprits and we're all the victims
A generation born in darkness, going in circles with no direction
Masters of our own world, where the blind leads the blind
In which we are the cure and cause, the key and lock
The blindfolds off
The dice roll that determines what we become
Hope placed into the hands of Lady Fortuna
Can't control who we are, can't control what is written in stone
I try to be my own man, but the weight of the world pulls me down
I try to live my own life, but the weight of the world pulls me down
Fingers pointed in every direction, who is to blame?
We're all the culprits and we're all the victims