Format C: For Cortex

Mental Blindfolds on Early on the fascination intense How to discern just where right belongs Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to see There is no need for you to start revolutions I don't want you to talk to the minions Just show me a brand new face an open mind against a dying race Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to hear/feel Cannot fail in this the era of losers burnt the shell of those that once held the torches Cannot give you the senses anew nor will you know innocence again Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to know in time all your questions will be answered not what you hoped for, not what you dreamed all preconceptions crumble Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to learn Won't hold up to the standards you keep never came from the formative years Just show me a brand new mind Keep in what you left behind Something has got to give These things I just don't want you to be