His hands Clenching cold steal mirror bars Pulsate muscle and blood React to the echo worlds His lips crack like baked leather as he gags The glass between his eyes is breaking Mr.Eyeball Ooze Wailing in the background, breakdown As someone screams Liquid scenes of trench warfare Pour down the black interior Of his perfectly inflated eyelids Eyelids! He doesn´t know if he´s screaming His ears are nowhere to be seen Mr.Eyeball Ooze His hands Clenching cold steal mirror bars Pulsate muscle and blood React to the echo worlds Collide at a glance He hears voices Do you hear voices? I can´t get them out of my head! I can't get them out of my head! Mr. Eyeball Ooze In a factory workstore He becomes a machine!
