Blinding Light
August Burns Red
Messengers
Blinding Light
The fear is what shelters them
It's what shades their eyes and muffles their ears
Keep them inside
Lock them up in a closet known as home
In here no one can find them
In here no one can fill them with filth
They were born with the silverware clenched in their teeth, and so help us, they will die with it too
None of them will make anything of themselves
They don't need their own lives
The ones we have planned will work just fine
The world is a terrifying place
Without us they will never make it
They will never reach their potential
They will never ever surpass us
Without our watchful eye, they might just leave us behind