Could you'
Would you'
Should you cross through'

If I could wipe my eyes, a blinding compromise,
Another pinky shave enlightens the brow, now, cow, to die another day.

Could you'
Would you'
Should you cross through'

If you prefer outside, be blessed, Sir, ostracise,
Better bastard now forgotten well, instead of favored son of Hell,
In hopes to open eyes.

You tire of fear and roll your eyes,
You like to see before,
And you don't know what to do at night,
Guilty prize.