Turn your ears another way
Teach your mind not to stray
You know what your eyes have seen

When you looked from behind your disguise
That souse whose lips crack when open
You soothe out through their lives
They broke with the weight of you watching

All that is left now's time
For those trialled by death’s confusion
Eyes paint their own illusion
Now is the end, the end is when?

The thousand cries from the shadows
In the dark town street
Echo through the kind man’s ears
Is he through with you or me?
We can make the kind man see

All that is left is time
For those trialled by death’s confusion
Eyes paint their own illusion
Now is the end, the end is when?