Century Eyes - Shearwater

You were not the first to arrive

And will not be the last to survive

As the pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel

Tear it off, tear it off!

You are not the last of this house

Nor the first to go over the side

Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships

«Turn it off!

Turn it off!»

Look with century eyes till they make you go blind

Galloping into the void

You are rolling your eyes like a horse

All to turn from the beam, from the eye of that screen

«Turn it off!

Turn it off!

With our backs to the arch

And the wreck of our kind

We will stare straight ahead

For the rest of our lives!"