Eyeball - Arms

Oh, isn’t it strange, that people have eyes

That sit, twitching about, for most of their lives

And oh, it can’t be denied, with bodies so sweet

So young and so lithe, infront of our brains

Oh isn’t it strange, we’ve got pairs of eyes

When I remember my dreams, they’re always with you

I crack those orbs at the seams, and suck out the juice

I’d use those eyelashes as brooms to clean up my house

You’re coming here soon, you’re bringing relief

And terrible truths and love and abuse

Oh, isn’t it strange, that people have eyes

That rest in sockets of bone, so peaceful and quiet

And isn’t it strange, that people have eyes