Self Mind Dead - Death Therapy, Andrew Schwab

The door is swinging from its hinges

But you’ve no interest in escaping

The walls that you have felt so safe in

Become a prison of your making

When the blind lead the blind

Only darkness they find

The road is paved with good intentions

But you’ve no idea where you’re going

Betrayed by your own inventions

Without knowing

But you don’t see it

Your eyes are clenched like fists

No, you don’t even feel it

Oh how your blindfold fits

When the blind lead the blind

Only darkness they find

Are you a parasite?

Or a proselyte?

Is it ignorance?

Or arrogance?

I see no difference

No light

I see no difference

No light

When the blind lead the blind

Only darkness they find