Down in the Toy-Box

When did you last listen to the wind
You should lose your ears for sin
Why did you last taste the sea
You should lose your tongue for me
How did you last smell the field
You should lose your nose to yield
What did you last touch the Earth
You should lose your hands, rebirth

But you will always have your eyes
I won’t relieve you of their guilt
I’ll make you open blinds
Don’t worry, you won’t die from what I’ve built

Slice through what’s in the way
I’ll drop your health for you
Sleep will continue to stay at bay
You’ll never again be whole or true

I can’t move my legs
I can’t feel my hands
Forget my begs
Forget your lands

I won’t be free but I’ll fly the sky