Lyrics:
Blindspott

Translation: Blindspott. Just Know.

it's hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes. it's hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes. but yet i try. windowsill world

Point my gun north Ahead of the riot Against all battle lines You stay in my sight You're my blind spot You're my diamond to mine It's all new, It's

It's hard to see the sun sometimes through these eyes. It's hard to see the truth sometimes looking through these eyes But yet I try. Window sill world

Translation: Peter Mulvey. Tender Blindspot.

We have come full circle, subservient to our self inflicted automation that disregards genuine anguish and promotes synthetic indifference. Not of flesh

Seeds planted by misinformation blossom into patriots and servants whose perception of soil and cloth is equal to that of the blood and skin of their

The penetrating stares of judge and jury condemn emotion, dictate the standards of said principles and bore plasticity through your character. Life slowly

Icons of cruel and fictitious god impregnating minds with a lustful theology of blind obedience. Enslaved by fairy tales, tribulation and dead end hallucinations