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Harvester of eyes, that's meAnd I see all there is to seeWhen I look inside your headRight up front to the back of your skullWell that's my sign that you are deadAnd my list for you checks off as nullI'm the harvester of eyesI'm the eye man of TVWith my ocular TBI need all the peepers I can findInside the barn where you find the hayWell just last week I took a rideSo high on eyes, I almost lost my wayI'm the harvester of eyesHarvester of eyes, that's me, harvester of eyesAnd I see all there is to see, harvester of eyesWhen I look inside your head, harvester of eyesRight up front to the back of your skull, harvester of eyes From Letras Mania