Kissing flies, Kissing flies,
Come to suck blood from your eyes

Then upon that midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary,
As I sat and recollected, all that Uncle Sunny had said,
My eyes then they grew all tired, As I thought of what transpired,
Of the doom and predictions, and a town not yet dead.
Presently my eyes they did close, when in relief there came repose,
Dreams of all the better times, washed away then all of my pain,
It started with a hum, growing slowly into a thrum,
It was in the dead of night, creeping, crawling, then came flies.

They live in a world of all that's decayed,
In decomposition they thrive,
Spreading disease, pain and illness,
When all's dying they're alive

Here come the kissing flies,
Come to suck blood from my eyes

And the drone of the flies, obscene and sharp
Sounded like the playing of an angel's harp

(Solo 1- Vignesh)
(Solo 2- Hegde)

But I did not find them ghastly,
As they drove me into ecstasy,
I didn't find them terrifying,
They promised all taken from me,
I didn't find them repulsive at all,
They brought me joy like never before,
I didn't want them to ever leave me,
They showed the delights life had in store

And as they came close I realised,
They all wanted to kiss my eyes,
To tell me there's no pain out there,
To tell me it's going to be all right.

Here come the kissing flies,
Come to suck blood from my eyes.

And then the flies came for my eyes,
Maybe one, maybe two, maybe even four,
Maybe four hundred of them,
Maybe less, maybe several hundred more,
They told me I'll never cry again,
They broke through all my defences,
They pried wide my eyes open,
And then they reached my contact lenses.
They opened my eyes
And then I saw them for what they really were. Sick, despicable flies.

It took a minute to break the spell,
To escape this fly infested hell,
To run away from these lies,
To outrun these cursed flies,
I ran on and on and on,
I ran till it was dawn,
I ran till the sun rose high,
I ran till there were no flies.

The visions I was promised,
They vanished with the flies,
All that I was left with,
Was the blood pouring from my eyes.

(Solo- Hegde)

Gone were the kissing flies,
Blood was flowing from my eyes.