Too Good to Be Good

I've got a good eye
And the one finding real a stares
Lying here in front of me
They are the great ones
Do you want my eyes?
I'd rather be without
I'd rather not know, not see
What I see, it frightens me
I've got a good eye
I can see sharply the smallest things
Read the smallest and blurriest
Letters between two micro lines
I've got a good eye
I can easily spot and point out
Which one of you is a sinner
Your struggles and your doubts
Do you want my eyes?
I'd rather be without
I'd rather not know, not see
What I see, it frightens me
My telescopic sight
Wish it was a merit
Everything's a heavy fight
Wish it was clearer
What's clearer?
Much clearer
My telescopic sight
Wish it was a merit
Everything's a heavy fight
Wish it was clearer
What's clearer?

Chorus: Much clearer