1, 2, 3, 4
Can I count you as my friend
The way your loyalty can bend
One day it's light and then it's black,
that heavy pressure on my back.
I don't know how to read time,
Lord I must be blind,
that's my blood on the line.
I don't know how to shut my mouth,
no other way to let it out
I have a voice that won't be heard,
an empty cage without a birth
I don't know how I missed the time
Lord, I must stay blind
That's my blood on the line
Oh, I'm holding on to something
More than words in magazines
I don't know how to make a man I
don't know how this story ends
And all the words that you don't hear
Will rise and deafen in your ears
I don't understand the signs
But
Lord I know I'm not blind
That's my blood on the line
That's my blood on the line
That's my blood on the line
That's my blood on the line