Blind Side

If you loose your mind
I'm not far behind

Hit from a sliding truck
Hit from my blind side

I reside inside my demons
Smiling on the outside 
Denied life in all forms but that of oxygen we need to breath, and that of which we feed, Physically at least I'm given a feast but starved from that of which I preach as the true wholey Grail is out of reach      

I beseech thee from the eternal tree in which we stole from
And the coal in which we toll for
Sparks that engine and ignites the life in which we stumble
Light the dark night so as to not tumble further than we can reach
We teach that in which we want or expect but are to lazy to achieve or to withdrawn to see the possibilities that reside beside our so called blind side 

Hit from a sliding truck 
Hit on my denied side 
Purposefully walking into traffic I know I can not stop 
As the demons begin to panic 
And my smile has reached the top
Of my skin
Is it sin
To begin 
Where I end
Will it depend
Will I decend 
Will I defend
Will I suspend in the air of which I've been thrown into
Is it sin to
Wonder

While the demons plunder
My waking mind
Pushing from the blind side
I was hit by a sliding truck 
Oh what my luck