In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. The masses buy the lie, and swallow everything. But if ever entered such a man with eyes of a pair, Would he rule the land as new found king? Or would he be... Hit by a thousand stones, Backed by two thousand angry fists. Hit by flying, blind arrows. In the mind of a child, the line's thin between right and wrong. But give it time, I'm sure things will change before long. But if ever a child grows up strong, with a mind of his own, Will he sing out loud the blind man's song? Or will he be... Hit by a thousand stones, Backed by two thousand angry fists. Hit by flying, blind arrows. For Your sake, I'll endure this. Now I lay these broken arrows at Your feet, Take them from me, see this blind man on his knees. In the land of the blind, I can't seem to find my place. For so long I've closed my eyes, And hoped no one feels the tears on my face. But if ever I arrive one day, with throat dry as sand, Will you greet me with a warm embrace? Or will I be... Hit by a thousand stones, Backed by two thousand angry fists. Hit by flying, blind arrows. For Your name, I'll endure this.