Blind Mice
The wretched, we cower and file inside
With fettered step, puppy eyes
The ritual awaits
Our heartbeat in pace
The jigsaw seeks more
The blackness calls
Hands held open we march to within
A line of gaunt faces moving in time
A parody of dance
A sinister romance
A paradox of sin
The hatchet pulls us in
I walk through the mire
I walk through the sin
I walk from the blind eyes
Of mice that once were men
The jigsaw calls us in
The jigsaw always wins
Eradicate this sin
Again
Ancient man at the side of the road
I died a very long time ago
He spoke with tears in withered eyes
I looked at his face
But they were mine
I walk through the mire
I walk through the sin
I walk from the blind eyes
Of mice that once were men
The jigsaw calls us in
The jigsaw always wins
Eradicate this sin
Again
Oh God, what comes now?
How about Heaven?
How about Hell?
Oh God, what comes now?
How about Heaven?
How about Hell?
Oh God, what comes now?
How about Heaven?
How about Hell?
Oh God, what comes now?
How about Heaven?
How about Hell, Hell, Hell?
