The colored f.b.i. guy

I don't know just how it started
We got covered up of the sky
his body and his mind have parted
you can see it happen in his eyes
I don't know just what they're for
cones and rods and bars and arrows
dots and dashing eyes that roll
right into sight and out,
out of control

I don't know just what they're there for
flashing lights in passing mirrors
dashing eyes with dots that roll
right in my mouth and out,
out of control

I don't know just how it happened
there was glass in from of the sky
my body and my face got shattered
I hope I'm together when I die