Eye. I. Aye. (Iii) Video (MV)

I don't like to look up at the bright night sky
It reminds me of when I let my kite fly high
I have an I.V. strapped to my right thigh
I don't care what I think; I would like to die high
I stand in front of a mirror and laugh with blind eyes
If I recognized myself, I might excite fright
If I had a bow an arrow, I'd like to fight knights
I'm wearing underwear, but they're not quite the right size
I'll lay with the lion if the lamb is on strike
I don't mind mice, in fact, I quite like
I'm always polite when in a knife fight
You can kiss me if you want, but in time, I might bite