Close Your Eyes

Enter the creaking house Isolated from life A warm home for the mice And an abandoned boy His only friends were mice A life without much light Cut off from the world A motionless full stop An exciting stare off with the dark Oh but how he dreams of dreams Of what other things are out there Bustling sounds beyond the walls He's got space and he's got time In the sockets where his eyes should be It's a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality He's got space and he's got time In the sockets where his eyes should be It's a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality Having been given eyes By his mousy friends He went out to the world To see the sights and scenes Returning to his home With a newly acquired Pessimistic view Says he'd rather be blind! Than to see this awful little world Filled with horrid creatures A marathon of life and death Spiraling pikes of black and grey The world is grey, the world is dead The world is full of grime and filth It's a sight worse than hell It's a nightmare coming true! The world is grey, the world is dead The world is full of grime and filth It's a sight worse than hell It's a nightmare coming true! His gratitude was sparse and dry Not a word of thank you to the mice Spiteful the mice crawled up his face And with their claws they scratched out his eyes Off his silly head! He's got space and he's got time In the sockets where his eyes should be It's a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality He's got space and he's got time In the sockets where his eyes should be It's a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality