Blackeye

Blackeye
Always rolling, now my eyes,
makes me sick, to realize,
always forward, slow for real,
by my blindest sight,
I know you'll get, what you want,
so won't i, and i don't try,
you don't show it, hold me here,
by my blindest sight,
Do you like,
showing me,
prove it to me,
that i'm right,
I know you'll get, what you want,
so won't i, and idon't try,
keep me grounded, to adhere,
to what you started.