300 Eyes - Goya

In the white of your eyes

I see all I despise in myself

And there’s just one way through

I will gouge those eyes right out of you

…of you… right out of you

In the white of your eyes

I reveal myself true

Silently, I die

This, too, I’ll survive

I will have what’s mine, what’s left of you

…of you.

What’s left of you?

I’ll lead you by the hand

Show you things they will never understand

Fifty-three, is it?

An underestimate!

By my account, I have gouged out three hundred eyes

Three hundred eyes

Three hundred eyes

Three hundred eyes

Three hundred eyes