All of those eyes that spy me
Are all of these deaths that are running deep
Colored for a quick sign, when they watch the cries
Of the same eyes, then
They're going to testify
All of those eyes that kill me
Are all these deaths that are running deep
Unleash cold suns, rip signs, when they watch
The cries of these same eyes then
You don't know but someone prepares
A murder in your name
In a tress of the ways
Along the way... all luck in a staff
They will find the five chalices
Locked in demented minds
Inside the eyes
It's pure and simple
Web of time, miracles upon a light
Spinning demons