Blindeye - Circle of Dust

Unblemished traces of blind conceit

Assume your places on scoffer’s seat

Consuming hatred you hide behind

Contaminate the simple mind

I wont bind your kind to The outside of reality

Dismissing your blindeye won’t

Be enough for me Diverse divisions of lasting kind

Reckless decisions speak lack of spine

From social mores indemnified

Destined to vision through blindeye

I wont bind your kind to The outside of reality

Dismissing your blindeye won’t

Be enough for me You favor regression — an act of oppression

A blow from behind — render useless the mind