Why have you put so many things into my eyes
that i can't see clear
who's paid you for telling me what i'm worth
and run in fear
it has been for me a strain to see already
what have you done
the rising noise
the sharpened smells
the deadened sight
What is it in my eyes
a piece of broken glass
is this the time i should be on my knees for you
is this your way of telling
another should be found
now i know,
it's teargas in my eyes
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