Fucking Firegiants of Boca R

[Pik]

It was the heart
Without the passion
With all the veins and nerves
And blood without the heat
It was the heart
Without the burden
And it would pump the pages full of life
Still never beat

It was the lung
Without the power
And it was split apart
So all could watch it breathe
It was the lung
Without the air flow
And it would shine with all the tired tissue
Underneath

It's all so cold
It's only pieces
Goes just as far as eyes can see

It was the tongue
Without the flavor
Without the moisture or the texture
Without taste
It was the brain
Without the memory
And you could chart it like a world
And still no thoughts embrace

They're not the whole
They're just the pieces
They come together or they never mean a thing
There's no control
There's only pieces
What good are pieces
How can you fill the empty shells
Without the colors and the smells

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and the light
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the sight
I am Joe's eyes
I see the paper wearing thin
I'm on the inside looking in
I hate the compromise
I am Joe's eyes

It was the skin
Without the tension
And all the layers folded back
So all could see
It was the face
Without dimension
And it was split apart to view
In perfect symmetry

There's just no soul
There's only pieces
What good are pieces
How can you fill them full of breath
Without the danger and the death

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and the view
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the hue
I am Joe's eyes
I see the faces all confused
I watch the parts that aren't used
I always agonize
I am Joe's eyes

All the fingers
All the muscles
All the tendons
All the cells
All the vessels
All the membranes
All the marrow
All the bones

I am Joe's eyes
Between the vision and fact
I am Joe's eyes
Between the image and the act
I am Joe's eyes
I see the brevity of truth
I watch the restlessness of youth
They've been desensitized
I am Joe's eyes