Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstition
Pour me a chemical to take away the edge
Don't make up anything that's breaking all your fingers
Just slap around a bit of what it takes to pledge

Carry out another stone as a slave
Ask general-know-it-all, who's juggling the earth?
Tease all the natives that will walk across your grave
And shove aside your nation all for what it's worth

Beat yourself blind [Repeat x6]
An open eyes and a closed mind

Look at the suit in suspended animation
A faded outline that used to be a man
A piece of paper that's fallen out a window
Has got a better chance to know where it will land

To bleed in vain, to bleed in vain, under my eyes are painted skies
Down at the bone yard, they're diggin' up the relics
Handfuls of parasites thrown into machines
I got the phone call they're tearin' down the mission
The zombies had a ball, but don't know what it means

Beat yourself blind

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Writer(s): DAVID MICHAEL SABO, RACHEL BOLAN SOUTHWORTH, SCOTT L. MULVEHILL, SEBASTIEN PHILIP BJERK