What do you see with the eyes in your head? Pitiful struggle, or are you content? Fear and anger so garishly clothed, resignation and ignorance tied up in bows A king to a pauper, a sad wizened clown A joke an' a punchline, people all 'round Rose-tinted glasses and no-one is sane A big waltzing blindfold, we are what we play We are what we play, and nothing is sane What can he hear with his ears in his hands? Her silently weeping, his head in the sand Patiently lurking in water in wine, he'll drown by her tears, or choke on his time For what we've forsaken and taken too soon Before murdering old mother, we'd dance on the moon Deaf to the thunder that silently cracks, we're holding our breath until her collapse What do you feel with your heart in your chest? Some few thousand years, could soon come to rest Do you feel the butcher? The bullet that bores With corkscrewing chaos and mighty a roar What do you feel with your heart in your chest? Some few thousand years could soon come to rest On the shoulders of man and his bag full of bombs Bell tolling destruction our final swan song
Ooof the first song i havent liked out of 6 months of listening to Ren but hey if u hadnt reacted i wouldnt have listened to it. If u havent done it try sevin sins or uninvited
