Blindfolds Aside

	作曲 : Protest The Hero
	We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers
	As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
	The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems 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 hopes and my own future blindfolded
	To atone a 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 and
	No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said
	I'd have to pull that 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" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble
	Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice
	I have to make; [Her tiny steps]
	To resurrect [tell lies about] a static lifetime [the choice] to starve [I have] to death [to make] my own mistakes
	So 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(pull), drop the gun(the), drop the gun(trigger), drop the gun.
	Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes.(x2)

	zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero
	We woke up as men but tonight we' ll sleep as killers
	As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
	The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems 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 hopes and my own future blindfolded
	To atone a 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 and
	No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said
	I' d have to pull that 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" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble
	Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice
	I have to make Her tiny steps
	To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes
	So 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 pull, drop the gun the, drop the gun trigger, drop the gun.
	Sin I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes. x2