 |
|
Turning The Blind Eye |
|
You are witty,funny
Frightening and bizarre
A mystery femme that no one knows by far
I’m in a trance
And you do your act
You’re cool and confident
I’m lying in a pool of wet cement
I’m being trapped
I’ve lost control
Yet I’m turning the blind eye
All doubt swept aside
I know how faust did feel
When he cut his deal
And I just can’t say why
I’m turning the blind eye
You choke my conscience
And my honesty
Yet I surrender unconditionally
Take what you want
Do what you will
’cause I’m turning the blind eye...
|
|
|
|
