my vision's clouded, the sun is dark i've lost my way, i've lost my mark chased by something in another way hoping to see the light or another day getting, getting, getting in my way broad horizons, but my skies are gray getting, getting, getting in my way don't know what it is, but it ain't gonna stay blind punches, invisible blows my patience shortens, my temper grows i'm taking over, i'm not myself i'm tired of the cards i'm being dealt pissed-off as i should i can't do all that i know i could the things i see have different shapes i can't remember what it takes