Oh the irony! Oh the blasphemy!

He who seeks me should keep looking

I shant tell you where I'm hiding

If you shall feel pity for all those phonies;

If you are trying to find me just stop looking.

Oh the irony! Oh the blasphemy!

You keep for me searching

Could you be so dim? You're right next to me!

Though your eyes may seem awake, they're blind folded

Just close your eyes and hear yee.

Oh the irony! Oh the blasphemy!

You do not hear yee

In your eyes I'm whispering

And with a bemused smile

You keep wandering.

Oh the joy! Oh the pure pure joy!

You have at last found me

Thou has felt yee

I unfold the blinds covering your eyes

And you finally have caught me..