� Back down Down to the downtown Down to the lockdown Boston's my old town I crouch like a crow Contrast in the snow For the agony I'd rather die Cause blinded I am Blindsided � Peeking Into the period I'm not really like this The problem with pride is I cut the world I'm crippled and slow For the agony I'd rather die Cause blinded I am Blindsided � Would you really rush out? Would you really rush out? Would you really rush out? For me now Would you really rush out? Would you really rush out? For me now Would you really rush out? For me now Would you really rush out? For me now Would you really ru-u-u-us out? For me now For me now For me now Taller Down to the shoulder The end of a bloodline The moon is a cold line There's a pole to the floor My feet melt the snow For the irony I'd rather know Cause blinded I was Blindsided Blinded I was Blindsided Blinded I was Blindsided Blindsided