| Song | Blindfolds Aside |
| Artist | Protest the Hero |
| Album | Gallop Meets The Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Protest The Hero | |
| We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers | |
| As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
| The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
| With a heart that's beating louder than my own | |
| I watch a girl they call | |
| Kezia I watch a woman that | |
| I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
| To atone a sin | |
| I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
| A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
| No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
| I'd have to pull that trigger, on her | |
| I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated; | |
| Five soldiers forever sedated with the, "No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
| Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
| I have to make; [Her tiny steps] | |
| To resurrect [tell lies about] a static lifetime [the choice] to starve [I have] to death [to make] my own mistakes | |
| So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
| Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
| Drop the gun(pull), drop the gun(the), drop the gun(trigger), drop the gun. | |
| Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes.(x2) |
| zuo qu : Protest The Hero | |
| We woke up as men but tonight we' ll sleep as killers | |
| As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
| The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
| With a heart that' s beating louder than my own | |
| I watch a girl they call | |
| Kezia I watch a woman that | |
| I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
| To atone a sin | |
| I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
| A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
| No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
| I' d have to pull that trigger, on her | |
| I can' t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated | |
| Five soldiers forever sedated with the, " No one' s responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
| Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
| I have to make Her tiny steps | |
| To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes | |
| So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
| Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
| Drop the gun pull, drop the gun the, drop the gun trigger, drop the gun. | |
| Sin I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes. x2 |
| zuò qǔ : Protest The Hero | |
| We woke up as men but tonight we' ll sleep as killers | |
| As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer | |
| The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile | |
| With a heart that' s beating louder than my own | |
| I watch a girl they call | |
| Kezia I watch a woman that | |
| I know my hopes and my own future blindfolded | |
| To atone a sin | |
| I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts | |
| A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes and | |
| No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful and no one ever said | |
| I' d have to pull that trigger, on her | |
| I can' t even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated | |
| Five soldiers forever sedated with the, " No one' s responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble, dribble | |
| Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice | |
| I have to make Her tiny steps | |
| To resurrect tell lies about a static lifetime the choice to starve I have to death to make my own mistakes | |
| So pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry | |
| Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes? | |
| Drop the gun pull, drop the gun the, drop the gun trigger, drop the gun. | |
| Sin I didn' t care for, but a sin that paid my debts a sin that feed my children that burned my smile and cigarettes. x2 |