why have you put so many things into my eyes
 that I can't see clear
 who's paid you for telling me what I'm worth
 and run in fear
 it has been for me a strain to see already
 what have you done
 the rising noise
 the sharpened smells
 the deadened sight
 what is it in my eyes
 a piece of broken glass
 is this the time I should be on my knees for you
 is this your way of telling
 another should be found
 now I know,
 it's teargas in my eyes