The sun goes down in Tinseltown
Lights light the hype and the human debris
The gazes that guide these half-a-million eyes
Can't seem to make them want to see

Growing up blind, growing up blind
Hearts in the darkness killing time
Growing up blind, growing up blind
How does it feel to be growing up blind

The images form like a gathering storm
Ruin rains down on unfortunate souls
But in the haste of the day we look the other way
And cast our eyes on things more pleasant to behold

Growing up blind, growing up blind
Hearts in the darkness killing time
Growing up blind, growing up blind
How does it feel to be growing up blind

So we forsake this festering waste
And all of the wounds that we've seen bleed
In the name of the One who says that what we've done
Is turn our backs on Him in leaving the least of these

Growing up blind, growing up blind
Hearts in the darkness killing time
Growing up blind, growing up blind
How does it feel to be growing up blind

From Victims of the Age
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