The people writhing, writhing to sounds incomprehensible to me Their intoxicated mating rituals result in promiscuity I watch from the darkest reaches of my hollow shell How they postpone thinking of their own demise so well Death must be only the hardest lil' condundrum We will ever be against Don't you see? I see. Death must be only the greatest ol' adventure We will ever face So why can't you see? The eyes see Bodies without eyes/with blank stares unnerve them for whatever reason I suppose it would remind them of what we all have in store Death must be only the hardest lil' condundrum We will ever be against Don't you see? I see (I do believe I'm tipsy!) Death must be only the greatest ol' adventure We will ever face Oh why can't you see? The eyes see The eyes see the truth