Blinded

For the wisest of men get confused and turn to the blind
And they all come their lust
Leave the richest and the rogues behind

The promise may arrive
The turn of the blind arise
Look around once almighty now is dead
Alone and divided
Now here we come
Turn up the blinded eye

Is it foe or friend
That sits at your table tonight
Time and time again tell the same deluded all night

A promise may arrive
The turn of the blind arise

There is greedom bound
Standing on foreign ground

Covered in the moment
Waiting to bring you down