burnt hillside sun soot fills my eyes i shun their grip on time loose cannon backing crime blind steps to the axe truth howling at their backs the vacant eye is gazing by dimly searching from the outside as all the insects running from their grave beg the iris for the things they crave my devastation we the insects build a homely tomb nurse the wound from the womb always preaching an eye for an eye it s no wonder we re all blind devastation devastation devastation