He calls himself a fighter
Who fights tooth and nail
No remorse
No morals can just hold him up
No strings attached, nothing
No one can make him stop
And see how
How foolish are his meanings in this world
He's striving for the power
He's fighting for glory
All alone
So maybe all he wants is

To be real, to belong
Everybody wants someone
Everybody needs
To be near, to be safe
Today he is the rebel son
Tomorrow he's the lonely one

Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
Spinning around and losing the ground
Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
Late at night he'll hold his pillow tight
Blind dancer cries

Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
Spinning around and losing the ground
Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
Bound for a fall
Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
God bless all ignorance
Blind Dancer, Blind Dancer
Now he sees that life has passed him by
Blind dancer dies