Gather up the millions of words that are written Put both birds in the arms of the dark Think of the images broken and bitten Blown into piles like the leaves in the park Convenient blindness Tossing and turning the beast begins forays Eating a pity, the remnants of pain Follow the window which looks on the landscapes I found a new peace, say's love's down the drain Convenient blindness "this is the way that the world works, sonny" Sayeth the man with a brain full of ash "this is the stuff we all feed it on, sonny" Says his friend who comes up with the cash Convenient blindness