Woorden: 7 Years. 7 Years. Blindfold.

All alone tonight, on a road to run at random in front of another fork again? Walkin' for years and miles, on my eyes only a blindfold in front of another fork again? I don't know where it could lead. I take off the blindfold and decide for myself. Choice is hard, my mind can't foresee. And so I let it be? How decide my way, only a road to run at random. I will blind myself and walk again... I will spin so much that I, I could lose my bearings taken by my fate.