Konvent The Eye
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
; et them help
