Horses In Blinders horses in blinders epitomize the lost stumbling around blind so confused and lost tripping over holes in the road
trying to guide by a word travel by feel what feels right
what feels wrong eyes swollen shut whats wrong with us
whats sick inside
what makes us wander this world
it's not meant to be travelled blind you need to see roads to travel which feel right every sense involved guiding you along the road
deciding safe worthy roads Pulling The Alarm Pull the alarm
Set Sirens blaring
All doors fly open
Let the floodgates go
The feelings in your heart
Pouring, Flooding, Raging
Free at last Sit down and shut up
There's no feelings expressed
Guards patrolling, locking up
Emotions behind bars so welded
Ill quietly open the bars
With conscious Ill war
To the small, red freedom box
Ill pul the alarm Pull the alarm
Set Sirens blaring
All doors fly open
Let the floodgates go
The feelings in your heart
Pouring, Flooding,
Raging
Free at last Running, writhing, flooding
Become part of the flood
Freedom in hearts ringing
Id never go back if I could
Ive broken the bars
No conscious at war
Hearts Feelings free to run
Ive pulled the alarm Repressed behind bars of bone
Locked inside a skin unknown
Not something we share with
Not something anyone cares with
Each trapped feeling adding
To the roiling boiling
Ready to explode a hole in the bone
Blow out, escape from behind bars
Pent up feeling only build
To explode, destroying where held Pull the alarm
Set Sirens blaring
All doors fly open
Let the floodgates go
The feelings in your heart
Pouring, Flooding, Raging
Free at last | 
