It's like some sort of demented and distorted face.
The dark gap between the "hood" and the bumper serves as a wide, toothless sort of smile. The kind of smile that you know isn't sincere, but means that the smiler has some sort of nefarious plan in store for you. The headlights are the eyes, of course. The one on the left is sort of closed and puffy, as if it's diseased or something. The one on the right is open, slanted slightly, squinting in it's darkened socket, looking at me with some form of malevolence.
This Volkswagon is out to kill me, SeaFalcon. Please replace it with something less menacing before I'm forced to go on a holy crusade and destroy all the remaining VW buses in the world.