Two Eyes Too Much

Two hands to block our vision
But no such luck
We see with such precision
A world gone mad
Before our eyes

Are we designed
To seek a better fate or
Are we resigned
To hang around and wait for
The final act
The last goodbye

And I don't wanna see where we're going to be
If we keep moving at this pace
Our talking made us tired
The starting pistol fired
But we're still wasting time we're standing at the starting line

Is it my eyes
Addition by subtraction
We're standing by
For someone's gut reaction
To choose our brand
Of daily bread