A blue and blinding light Someone must be there, it's no fancy I turn around and no one's there Phantom hands that touch my back A pungent smell is in the air
Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night
Muddled hours are still lost, a weird Curious voice that talks to me Piercing eyes that hit my back A dream crawls through my sleep A small and grayskinned seer He talks about the universe, I fell I've known him for a hundred years
Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night
The man of science twists the truth Politicians telling lies, these 2000 years of blood and death, no Money will ever change the fate Army, church and government, can't You fell their scornful hate?
Black-eyed visitors talk to me at night