The Eye کے بول

You feed us till we're bursting Exploding stomach sacks In sick and blood we're thirsting Blinded eyes and broken backs So, in this pool of high crippled we lie But can't avert the eye Revolted by your pleasure A world of gagging throats You show death like the weather And we're dancing to your notes Are you sick? What? Not yet? Then let them Let them help Why are you stacking burdens On shoulders frail and small? When will you lift the curtains? Or will you kill us all? So, in this pool of high crippled we lie But can't avert the eye Forgetting those around us We lose our heads in rage Then give up every hope and walk right into your cage Are you sick? What? Not yet? Then let them Let them help