Racer X

Lost the pieces of my mind
My soul keeps searching for a better place in time
Where should I go?
What should I be?
Seems like the things in life are lost that set me free
Blind man, blue man
Sad man, used man
Blind man, blue man
Empty man
I've joined a group of walking dead
Hard to know what's bad, what's good, what's in my head
Living life in a matchbox
Peeking out it seems the spinning never stops
Blind man, blue man
Sad man, used man
Blind man, blue man
Empty man
Blind man, blue man
Sad man, used man
Blind man, blue man
Empty man