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| Song title | |||
| "The Boy With No Eyes" | |||
| Original Upload Date | |||
| July 13, 2014 | |||
| Singer | |||
| OLIVER | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
| Views | |||
| 35,000+ (SC), 2,600+ (NG) | |||
| Links | |||
| SoundCloud Broadcast / Newgrounds Broadcast | |||
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Description
1st track of the EP absurd stories for the rationally Insane "The moral of this story never accept gifts from mice" |
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Lyrics[]
Enter the creaking house.
Isolated from life.
A warm home for the mice
And an abandoned boy.
His only friends were mice.
A life without much light.
Cut off from the world.
A motionless full stop.
An exciting stare off with the dark.
Oh but how he dreams of dreams.
Of what other things are out there.
Bustling sounds beyond the walls.
He’s got space and he’s got time.
In the sockets where his eyes should be.
It’s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality.
He’s got space and he’s got time.
In the sockets where his eyes should be.
It’s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality.
Having been given eyes
By his mousy friends.
He went out to the world.
To see the sights and scenes.
Returning to his home,
With a newly acquired
Pessimistic view.
Says he’d rather be blind!
"Than to see this awful world," he says.
"Filled with horrid creatures.
A marathon of life and death.
Spiraling pikes of black and grey."
The world is grey, the world is dead.
The world is full of grime and filth.
It’s a sight worse than hell.
It’s a nightmare coming true!
The world is grey, the world is dead.
The world is full of grime and filth.
It’s a sight worse than hell.
It’s a nightmare coming true!
His gratitude was sparse and dry.
Not a word of thank you to the mice.
Spiteful, the mice crawled up his face.
And with their claws, they scratched out his eyes...
Off his silly head!
He’s got space and he’s got time.
In the sockets where his eyes should be.
It’s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality.
He’s got space and he’s got time.
In the sockets where his eyes should be.
It’s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality.