And it won't sink into But I watch and wait all the same With ears full of tar and god There is no room for feel or vain speech Wretched viewing With your jaded eyes Gnawing, chewing You've grown to despise What first made you Open up to this What convinced you That you had found bliss? And when the tar and blindess Is replaced with clarity I'll smile and shake my head As your small lungs flood And when it rears its filthy head I'll be there And when it pours out of you I'll be there too Wretched viewing With your jaded eyes Gnawing, chewing You've grown to despise What first made you Open up to this What convinced you That you had found bliss? And when the tar and blindess Is replaced with clarity I'll smile and shake my head As your lungs flood There is no place for this Only tar is left And the rats will swarm to you Like the god that you are You could fill Lakes with what Comes from your Eyes You could fill Lakes with what Comes from your Eyes