name the father who killed its people. name the people who gave it light. and i play dead for you, my little engine eyes. it's so good to see whrough your engine eyes. why do i feel like blinking? why do i feel like blowing? the eyelash is winking away, and i play dead for you. why can't i relate to you? why can't you show me what you are trying to do? i know, i try. i'm trying to describe the pain that i get from your eyes. of yours, your engine. you're thinking of the engine that channels me to disguise. name the father who killed its people. name the mother who gave it light. bring the station of stransportation that brought the distance near. and from a distance it's always near. name the mother who brought it here. and from a machine, it's like a disguise. name the father of engine eyes. and i play dead for you, my little engine eyes. and i can't wait to see what's in store for me.