The Eye - Konvent

You feed us till we’re bursting

Exploding stomach sacks

In sick and blood we’re thirsting

Blinded eyes and broken backs

So in this pool of high crippled we lie

But can’t avert the eye

Revolted by your pleasure

A world of gagging throats

You show death like the weather

And we’re dancing to your notes

Are you sick?

What?

Not yet?

Then let them

Let them help

Why are you stacking burdens

On shoulders frail and small?

When will you lift the curtains?

Or will you kill us all?

So in this pool of high crippled we lie

But can’t avert the eye

Forgetting those around us

We lose our heads in rage

Then give up every hope and walk right into your cage

Are you sick?

What?

Not yet?

Then let them