Blind Spots Songtext
von Bony Macaroni

Waking up from a bad dream, a third eye ceased to be shut
I can see it now clearly, no more blind spots
All those fucking pricks on television, CEOs and politicians
Know I can hold it

I′m done, I'm done, I′m killing everyone
Every single motherfucker flying too close to the sun
I'm done, I'm done, I′m utilitarian
And I practice what I preach
I won′t listen to your pleas 'cause I′m done

Give me a chance to explain it, there is a sound rationale
There really isn't a difference, we just get to do it as well


I′m done, I'm done, I′m killing everyone
Every single motherfucker flying too close to the sun
I'm done, I'm done, I′m utilitarian
And I practice what I preach
I won′t listen to your pleas 'cause I′m done

I wish the voices in my head would shut the fuck up
Why won't the guy in the trolley just make this thing stop?
Now it′s me at the lever, for crying out loud
It's a big fucking lever and I′m foaming at the mouth

I'm done, I'm done, I′m killing everyone
Every single motherfucker flying too close to the sun
I′m done, I'm done, I′m utilitarian
And I practice what I preach

I wish the voices in my head would shut the fuck up
Why won't the guy in the trolley just make this thing stop?
Now it′s me at the lever, for crying out loud
It's a big fucking lever and I′m foaming at the mouth