Winter Blind

I'm so blind
 And there is no time
 All open wounds, healing's a chore
 The filth here
 Is still clear
 Our fears and ambitions are scattered around on the floor
 They watch with a certain
 Thick but sorta see-through curtain
 Teeth in a grin, no, teeth in a grimace
 Bet I know which it is
 And we have it
 Out of habit
 Or it's in the blood, it feels better written that way
 But the truth is
 We are ruthless
 Bring the bitch to its knees is the saying as if it's so easy
 I mean it when I say it
 I need you all to stay sitting
 Down on a line that is moving all the time
 But I'll be back here some day
 Oh
 You got it good
 No
 You wanna look
 But don't
 Tell it to the moon
 Tell it to the moon