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This song is by Circle of Dust and appears on the album Disengage (1998).

Unblemished traces of blind conceit
Assume your places of Scoffer's seat
Consuming hatred, you hide behind
Contaminate the simple mind...

I won't bind your kind,
To the oustside of reality.
Dismissing your blindeye,
Won't be enough for me

Diverse divisions of lasting kind
Reckless decisions, speak lack of spine
From social mores, indemnified
Destined to vision through Blindeye

You favor regression (Blind)
An act of oppression (Blind)
A blow from behind (Blind)
Render useless the mind

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