Blinded

You think the worlds in your hands and every whim is your own Blinded by your needs and wants never reaping what you sew Don't ask me why, don't ask me how, it never has it never will Be an opinion of our minds to say if your life has been fulfilled Chorus: You ignore and you shun all these urgent warnings Ignorant of your destruction With a deafly ear your set in your ways Caught up in this world from day to day Your mind has warped the message that you've received You don't know the reason for you corruption Now your impwnding doom presents the reason for your death inhale your one last breath With tales of the four horseman knocking at your door with every trick an presentation being crushed upon the floor A witness of society being demolished before your eyes But thouse who listen intently it's a deliverance from the sky