Blinded, but not my vision, just in every step it takes to make a rational decision, I'm itching to be a better person, enlighten up on all the drugs and cut down on all my cursing, rehearsing every word I'm bout to say, to my dismay, will make for a extremely difficult and completely fucked up day, I play around have my ups and downs, smirks sneers and smiles along with the occasional frown, I'm wound for sound, a king of noise without a crown, without a throne, till kingdom come no castle home, I often wonder across the land, and often wonder just who I am, who I was, and who I never will be, soft, because it takes battle scars to run with me, at the front of the pack...