Trust your eyes,
trust your eyes,
what lies ahead, they won't disguise.
Your eyes, your eyes,
they don't tell lies.
...right?
Trust, trust,
believe, believe.
You can tell what's wrong, what's right,
what is a lie.
You could always trust your eyes.
Couldn't you?
Your eyes, your eyes,
to them, you can listen
and yet disease slips from your vision.
As it creeps into your body,
unnoticed, unseen,
as it spreads like wildfire,
flowing through your bloodstream.
As it kills you off,
limb by limb,
cutting off your airstream,
inch by inch.
You’re dying slowly,
what a surprise.
All because you trusted your eyes.