Painting the Blue Eyes

I was led a blind man through delusions
Fed by my shallow strength of sense
Within the confines of confusion
I cannot tell my real means from pretense
You were led in to the dreams of these illusions
Fed with toneless ways of pain
So who the hell am I to tell you how to walk your way
When I cannot find my own lucidity?
And who the hell am I to yell before my own transgression?
Like feigning in disguise
Descending senses or pretending
I used to have much more than this
Painting the blue eyes
Within delusions, never leave me be
And if I paint my eyes with lies
Please rip them off and you'll see
Disguise will fail in daylight
And if you eat my feckless lies
Just throw them up before me
Like feigning in disguise
Descending senses or pretending
I used to have much more than this
Painting the blue eyes
Within delusions, they'll never leave me...
Feigning in disguise
Descending senses or pretending
I used to have much more than this
Painting the blue eyes
Within delusions, they'll never leave me...
So who the hell am I to tell you how to walk your way
When I cannot find my own lucidity?
Oh please, I'm on my knees to tell you what we could have been
But never show me sympathy