Eye of the Quarrel

Eye of the quarrel open wide as the wound

I still reach for the sun in spite of all of you

I'm my own man built by my own hands

Despite all the flaws which remind me of you

Eye of the quarrel, is bearing down

Eye of the quarrel, bestows the crown

Frayed as these veins have always been

I still have to wonder who let dysfunction in

The little lies, distorted truths

Smeared the perspective and made me love you

Queen of the garbage, prince of the weeds

My legacy won't inherit disease (from me)