On these fragile eyes
Light makes a slideshow
But who are we to say what is real

You never know
You never know when it hits you
You cannot see
Through those phantom images
A blinding light
A misty cobweb on your eyes
Taste of blindness
Taste of madness
Sporadic optical illusion

Hate!
Those tricks of your brain

Have I lost my glasses
Am I wearing shades
Did I rule the masses
With those bloody blades
Am I just seeing things
Thinking things, thinking things

I never knew
I never knew that it was me
I could not see
That obvious reality
I'm like color blind
The difference between green and red
I cannot tell, I'm in hell
Sporadic optical illusion

And again in the twinkling of an eye
False images play on my retina