Dead Eyes! A golden lever: a choice of gold or velvet Do I go on or follow the ropes in the smoke? My last choice, arrange my voice My last choice, arrange my voice Dead Eyes! The Lever Falls Down South To look at (...) Enlighten me I'll follow towards the smoke The reaching of the rope I'm always lost The idea of dreaming in a dream My vision is serene Please lift me up! Breathe underwater Swim without limbs Breathe underwater Swim without limbs These new eyes will never suffer Enter the new wake Looking back through the painful tunnel They taught us what once was These new eyes will never suffer Enter the new wake Looking back through the painful tunnel They taught us what once was New air opens my mouth Cast me new breath What is this place An alluring frontier