Winter Blind

I'm so blind
And there is no time
All open wounds, healing's a chore

The filth here
Is still clear
Our fears and ambitions are scattered around on the floor

They watch with a certain
Thick but sorta see-through curtain
Teeth in a grin, no, teeth in a grimace
Bet I know which it is

And we have it
Out of habit
Or it's in the blood, it feels better written that way

But the truth is
We are ruthless
Bring the bitch to its knees is the saying as if it's so easy

I mean it when I say it
I need you all to stay sitting
Down on a line that is moving all the time
But I'll be back here some day

Oh
You got it good
No
You wanna look
But don't
Tell it to the moon
Tell it to the moon