The man in blue is out for you
His eyes are floating in his head
Stagnant and dead; soon you'll be there too
Two tired eyes in the race
He has countless to save
His collection is boundless
Adds to his face
He's on your back
Picking up the slack
Lacking self-identity
His mask dissolved in entropy
He seeks order in disarray
Inhuman logic
Wheels and headlights point ahead
On his way no goal in sight
You'll always see him in the night
He's in your bed
The man in blue is out for you
The man in blue is out for you
The man in blue is out for you
The man in blue is out for you
He's on your back
Picking up the slack