Blind Leading the Blind Video (MV)

Divided by our own cell glass
Misinterpreted the point of no existence

And we will be the hurricane, the whirlwind, the torment
All we wanted is more, to pretend, to believe
More than we ever could, with a sense of urgency

This time we'll fall on broken glass
Woah
This time we'll rise without a bit of class
Woah

We fall... in line and we'll last
Through the fire... and the foes

We're fighting in a sea of lies
Misinterpreted the patterns of the past

A life that awaits no home
There is a power of manifestation
Towards the nature of things
Yet ignorance is blessed with bliss

And designs remain unveiled

This time we'll fall on broken glass
Woah
This time we'll rise without a bit of class
Woah

This time we'll fall on broken glass
Woah
This time we'll rise without a bit of class
Woah