• Living, feeling, wheeling and dealing. Two dice one Die, returns the blind eye. Breaking and taking are mans to devices, bring us back to a world which rides or perhaps we ride, we ride and bide and eat and feed of, a place we steal and thus reel with guilt. One more building we've built till it all breaks down. When; Probably never, and so we endeavor to push it more. Our natural self destruct running amok within our own minds. Blind blind, that's all that we see, and once more we sin in the eyes of the eye-less, the eyes of we.