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 k** 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 k** me Won't be falling down down down I'm gonna make it So you cannot k** me Won't be falling down down down