Eyes open The news pried open the locks of my awareness I have no secrets Well, unless one could call my ability to break moments into pieces one All it takes is a one, maybe two wrongly selected words I am meant a receiver, a filler of silences at best Receiver, on this day Not of wrath but deepest ignorance As a servant of guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss You refused all light as it had come with the end I watch the news Regularly And I imagine how entire nations compare to me How badly placed bombs can do harm in the same way as my words Well, just keep in mind the scale of things, OK How I have no nerve to reach in, and crack the really difficult problems Apart from getting mad at them, maybe Yeah, if I had a shotgun, I would be interested using it for solving some problems See if they'd come back Ha Receiver, on this day Not a far cry from madness As a host for guilt, so heavy it will sicken to a cancer You refused to breathe as if air was the devil's kiss You refused all light as it had come with the end Guilt It is all over the air like a scent having come with the light as it were the god that had come to lick us back to it's darkness Which it has plenty