Century Eyes

You were not the first to arrive

Will not be the last to survive

The pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel

Turn it off, turn it offYou are not the last of this house

Or the first to go over the side

Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships

Turn it off, turn it off

Look with century eyes, they make you go blindGalloping into the void

You are rolling your eyes like a horse

All to turn form the beam

From the eye of that screen

Turn it off, turn it offWith our backs to the arch

And the wreck of our kind

We will stare straight ahead

For the rest of our lives