At Blame

A vision cyst

Clean up the cataracts

A circular path

Our bind underpinned the ground ahead

And you'll be blamed

For your age

With weighted shoes

You'll feel the rings

On a lesser team

You'll return to spread your wings

Without the iron in place

You can dig your own place to hide

And you'll be blamed

For your age

With weighted shoes

You'll feel the rings

Someone always gets away

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

Part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

The future is gone and part of me died

Part of me died