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