In the eyes of the eyes of the man that I am, created by chance but that wasn't the plan, in the eyes that see life when support is switched off,
John Doe carries on,
where wrong's the new right and the night becomes day and the devils that hoodwink begin their final play and the sky's inside out where the clouds are below and the time reaches zero for me and John Doe.

I begin the new chapter when the laughter dies down and the maids of the forest move back to the town
where the mayor casts a challenge to all who will hear, it is the eyes of the eyes in the man that I fear.

No God makes a sin for the son he will lose and no son of mine would I choose for that task,
I ask for more always seeking the less and give blessing to poor men who if I confess are all me and where destiny wings me it sings me to sleep in the eyes of the eyes of the man.

The monitor blinks and I think
God's winking at me,
it's a quarter to three and he or she
should not tease me like this.

I lay a kiss on the cross
the vicars loss
my gain
and switch off
the pain.