Into the eye we dive
To explore that which we do not know,
To keep the soul alive.
But when the eye is clouded
With a pain so great
The gateway becomes clouded too
And the mind is full of hate.
When the hurt becomes so much,
The pain itself so great
The crimson fluid, blood of man,
Seeps into the gate
The gate of man's exploration
His connection with the land
Becomes so clouded from the pain
Too much for them to stand.
The blindness of the greatest pain,
And the things that it can hide,
And the one and greatest symbol of
Man's own bleeding eye.