Blindfolds Aside - Protest The Hero

We woke up as men, but tonight

Tonight we’ll sleep as killers

As we break the cryptic morning

With a bullet and a prayer

The steel never seemed so cold and agile

And a life never seemed less vital and fragile

With a heart that’s beating

Louder than my own

I watch a girl they call Kezia

I watch a woman that I know

My hope and my own future, blindfolded (To atone)

To atone for a sin I didn’t care for

But a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children

That burned my smiles and cigarettes

And no one ever

Said that hope would be so beautiful

And no one ever

Said I’d have to pull the trigger, on her

I can’t even still her trembling hands

That were locked up by the dutiful

And the obligated

Five soldiers forever sedated

With the «No one’s responsible»

Pathological drama of our

Social justice dribble, dribble, dribble

Her tiny steps tell lies

About the choice I have to make

(Resurrect a static lifetime

Starve to death my own mistakes)

Pull the screaming trigger

And watch your carcass bleed me dry

Or drop the gun and try to shake away

The blindfold from your eyes?

Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun

Drop the gun!

Sin I didn’t care for

But a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children

And burned my smiles and cigarettes

Sin I didn’t care for

But a sin that paid my debts

A sin that fed my children

That burned my smiles and cigarettes