The Blind Leading the Blind

Somewhere in a southern city
 In a room, alone
 And his father comes in
 And gives him a gun
 And a book of rules
 Titled "This Is the Real World"
 And somewhere, a man in a crowd
 Scrapes against something sharp
 And finds he's got metal in his arm
 He's made out of metal
 Hup, two, three, four
 Hup, two, three, four
 Hup, two, three, four
 This is the real world
 (The blind)
 Holding onto hope
 With eyes wide open
 He sees the final hour
 It's larger than he thought
 It's bounding on two feet
 It devours
 He pulls a memory from his pocket
 The insight gave to him
 The blind leading the blind
 Inscribed in silver line
 In my childhood
 By playing superhero
 Now I feel my face
 Is starting to tingle
 It started dawning
 As I go through the day
 Superman, child's play
 In my childhood
 By playing superhero
 And now I feel my face
 Starting to tingle
 It started dawning
 I'm just normal
 The blind leading the blind
 All too true
 Yet uncompromised
 The blind leading the blind
 Somewhere
 Where the man got his arm scraped
 And found himself made out of metal
 He questions what he's done
 Walking single-file from job to home
 Daily, the same hours done
 He takes out the book
 "This Is the Real World"
 The gun that his father gave him, still
 The blind leading the blind
 Father
 (Father)
 Holding onto hope
 With death leftover
 He musters up a smile
 (A smile)
 People on the street
 Motions of metal feet
 Eyes hollowed down
 He pulls out a kiss
 A girl gave him
 Beautiful, unmatched by blind
 The blind leading the blind
 Fairy tales revised
 (The blind)
 (Father)
 (The blind leading the blind)