The scarecrow host that you see has your blinded faith
You keep on waiting
Awake and smiling "“ well you'll be the last to run
The spotlight is fading away "“ from me I guess; from you I guess
To whom shall I give my blood?
To whom shall I give my eyes?
"˜cause I've seen too much of this life,
To whom shall I give my eyes?
The spotlight is fading away "“ from me I guess; from you I guess
Right"¦