The Blind Leading the Blind - Skin Yard

Somewhere in a southern city

In a room, alone

And his father comes in

And gives him a gun

And a book of rules

Titled «This Is the Real World»

And somewhere, a man in a crowd

Scrapes against something sharp

And finds he’s got metal in his arm

He’s made out of metal

Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four

Hup, two, three, four

This is the real world

(The blind)

Holding onto hope

With eyes wide open

He sees the final hour

It’s larger than he thought

It’s bounding on two feet

It devours

He pulls a memory from his pocket

The insight gave to him

The blind leading the blind

Inscribed in silver line

In my childhood

By playing superhero

Now I feel my face

Is starting to tingle

It started dawning

As I go through the day

Superman, child’s play

In my childhood

By playing superhero

And now I feel my face

Starting to tingle

It started dawning

I’m just normal

The blind leading the blind

All too true

Yet uncompromised

The blind leading the blind

Somewhere

Where the man got his arm scraped

And found himself made out of metal

He questions what he’s done

Walking single-file from job to home

Daily, the same hours done

He takes out the book

«This Is the Real World»

The gun that his father gave him, still

The blind leading the blind

Father

(Father)

Holding onto hope

With death leftover

He musters up a smile

(A smile)

People on the street

Motions of metal feet

Eyes hollowed down

He pulls out a kiss

A girl gave him

Beautiful, unmatched by blind

The blind leading the blind

Fairy tales revised

(The blind)

(Father)

(The blind leading the blind)