Head in the Sand (Blinding Son)

I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew

So you choked, sitting still in the waiting room

It’s a shame that the hospital couldn’t fix something like that

A lack of courage, a father gives his son to the past

I guess you took a little more than your tentacles could hold

So you sunk, I pinned you down on the ocean floor

But you escaped, you let the current take you away

The sand is the past, you took one last look and buried us

Am I the only one or am I just one of many?

Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering

Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been

But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done

And when you sung to her in Spanish, what were you really saying?

Because I don’t think in English it would be as appealing

Did you tell her of the magic trick you had been practicing?

The one where you disappear, because you disappeared

Am I the only one or am I just one of many?

Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering

Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been

But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done

You are the devil that hides behind the curtains, pulling all these strings

You are the maker, I am the puppet. You are the pistol, I am the brain

I am the captive you torment indirectly. But direction is not the key

When you’re the product of a coward’s mistake

I guess you bit off a little more than you could chew. So you choked

It’s hard to swallow a mistake you can’t undo

Am I the only one or am I just one of many?

Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering

Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been

But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done

Am I the only one or am I just one of many?

Because I need to know just how far you spread this suffering

Bury your head just like the child that you are, just like the child that you’ve always been

But I’m sure you’re swollen chest will find way to boast of all the wrong you’ve done