You see and hear everything
you seem to hit everything that talks
you try to touch everything with bombs that fall from your eyes
you want to catch everything with nets you hid from the sky

you see and hear everything
you seem to know everything you're told
you try to catch everything with skills you shoot from your soul
you want to hold everything with hands that never get old

you see and hear everything
you try to trace everything you're told
we have to weigh everything with books like paper and gold
you want to track everything with hands that never grow old

you see and hear everything
you seem to hit everything that talks
you try to touch everything with bombs that fall from your eyes
you want to catch everything with nets that hide from the sky