Stutter - Flatfoot 56

At the center of a firestorm, with heart so crushed I reach the line

Lash out, let common sense go blind

I was tortured after all, by a fickle heart and shallow mind

With stuttered speech I’m going blind

I’m gonna make it

So you cannot kill me

Won’t be falling down down down

I’ve been told it all before, that I’m the product of a weak and shallow mind

Confess that faith is for the blind

But why should I turn away, in a world so full of wandering

Where the blind lead the blind, have we lost our minds

I’m gonna make it

So you cannot kill me

Won’t be falling down down down

I’m gonna make it

So you cannot kill me

Won’t be falling down down down