TREND - Blindside Lyrics

Breakage in line, with my thoughts refined
The things we do, just to earn a dime
The path of life, is not so ripe
The sacrifice, of what is right

Your mind full of hate, You can't think straight
There is no why, just create
You want it all but you can't wait

I'm done with you, you drove me here
I think we're though, that much is clear
I'm leaving you, this is what you fear
Now it's time I disappear

Lost time, is hard to find
You should know, you stole mine
All your life, has been a crime
Hoping your sign, will help your mind

Lead me clear of this life, tonight
Steer me free of certainty
Help me be free