Son of 7 - Mushroomhead

Blinded by the creatures that stumble

Blinded by the wasting away

You look at you but you’ll find in me

Walking a tight rope

Across a motherfucking fault line

I thought it was divinity

I have taken what you have given me

I pledge allegiance to this patriotic bullshit

A corporate puppet preaching nothing from this pulpit

Hold on (whoa whoa) this was never me

I finally found hands that drive me

Been dancing with the devil for way too long

Please be here for me sing my last song

Sing my last song

Enlightened

Be prepared to be humbled

Frightened by the wasting away

You look at you but you’ll find min me

No more snakes in the garden

Open up your eyes

And prepare for the fall