I see everything
All that suffering
Tiny vehicles
Space-age miracles

All our hearts are sore
No fight left in this war
For the ghosts to chase
All those that we erase

Eyes
Taken from us by those we thought kind
Hungry for another piece of mind
Silent and impatient without time
Directionless and innocent

What's supposed to be
Definition free
Unkind and alone
End of reality

Eyes
Taken from us by those we thought kind
Hungry for another piece of mind
Silent and impatient without time
Directionless and innocent
Eyes
Taken from us by those we thought kind
Hungry for another piece of mind
Silent and impatient without time
Directionless and innocent