Yesterday we lost our lives, tomorrow we were born   Fortune smiled upon us, sacrifice the Argus   All that he might help us see      Magna eyes the track for miles   Looking for disease   Puzzled by the mountains   Tricked by the sea      And the Argus is practiced compassion   With an eye on you, as one is on me   Will the god eye grant his forgiveness   And allow he that's lived a reason to see      Counting days and building walls, bells ring so to warn   All the signs that guide us, chosen by the Argus   Tell me he has chosen you      Led by form we?ll shed our soul   Trusting like a child   See the dark face that saved us   Drink from his empty eyes      And the Argus is practiced compassion   With an eye on you, as one is on me   Will the god eye grant his forgiveness   Letting droplets of light erupt from the sea      Lying in beds of garlic and orchids   He closes an eye, which closes another   And in sleep he dreams of watching and looking   And feather clouds dancing he curls up his lid and sleeps      Swirling with visions on man's confusion   All of the work done just to appease him   The Argus he cries, though love has it's place in the sun   It's only man's fear that carries him on