All the doves that fly past my eyes, have a stickiness to their wings, in

the doorway of your demise I stand, encased in the whisper you taught me

HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND. HOW DOES IT FEEL? WELL, IT FEELS BLIND.

WHAT HAVE YOU TAIGHT ME? NOTHING. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE TAUGHT ME , YOU'VE

TAUGHT ME NOTHING. If you were blind and there was no braille, there are

no boundaries on what I can feel, if you could see but were always taught

that what you saw wasn't real. HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND. HOW

DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS FUCKIN' BLIND. YOUR WORLD HASN'T TAUGHT ME

NOTHING. LOOK AT YOUR WORLD IT TEACHES ME NOTHING. As a woman i was

taught to be hungry. Women are well aquainted with thirst. Yeah we could

eat just about anything. We'd even eat your hate up like WE EAT YOUR HATE

LIKE LOVE, WE EAT YOUR HATE LIKE LOVE. HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND