Borrowed Eyes LyricsIn sickness and health they said Yet all that one can perceive Is a domain of death and disease Flies and dust Think quick on your feet Tread the treacherous trails Ridden with fox holes Filled with vacant eyes All houses are empty And from the holes as branches Rigid fingers reach out They point at nothingness We brought it all down The fires and ashes From green to black and brown Here lies no catharsis
