Eye City

[Verse 1]

Performer’s rites

That shed the lights

For human eyes to prove

Two fighters dancing through the crowd

But all alone

Perhaps they know not to come back to Eye City

[Chorus 1]

Interstitial superstition

Growing in my city

Contacts slipping through a black hole

Red, tender and white

Oppositions trade positions

Lying advertisements blur the lines

And crimes

A shocking list for all to see

With thoughts

That trap themselves for all to know

And I still come ‘round here

[Verse 2]

Per subtle gravity and darkness

Only I can prove

Down in the depth charts

I am cyclops overthrown

Perhaps I’ll learn not to go back to Eye City

[Chorus 2]

Presidential ghost of this illusion

That’s how it goes

In and out through tighter spaces, voyeuristic light

Venus fly trap slowly dying

Snapping lashes on the brink

Arriving violently through the stream

A scene that’s playing out in some god’s dream

And I still come ‘round here