Why have you put so many things Into my eyes that I can't see clear? Who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth and run in fear?
It has been for me a strain to See already what have you done. The rising noise, the sharpened smells, The deadened sight.
What is it in my eyes, A piece of broken glass? Is this the time I should be On my knees for you?
Is this your way of telling, Another has been found? Now I know it is teargas In my eyes.




















