Eye City

[00:37.01] Performer's rites that shed the lights
[00:40.43] For human eyes to prove
[00:44.26] Two fighters dancing through the crowd, but all alone
[00:51.76] Perhaps they know not to come back to Eye City
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[01:17.10] Interstitial superstition growing in my city
[01:24.72] Contacts slipping through a black hole
[01:28.09] Red, tender and white
[01:31.79] Oppositions trade positions, lying advertisements
[01:38.77] Blur the lines and crimes
[01:46.83] A shocking list for all to see
[01:51.74] With thoughts that trap themselves for all to know
[02:00.55] And I still come 'round here
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[02:23.68] Per subtle gravity and darkness only I can prove
[02:30.76] Down in the depth charts
[02:32.90] I am cyclops overthrown
[02:37.58] Perhaps I'll learn not to go back to Eye City again
[02:47.13] Presidential ghost of this illusion, that's how it goes
[02:54.16] In and out through tighter spaces, voyeuristic light
[03:00.91] Venus fly trap slowly dying
[03:04.17] Snapping lashes on the brink
[03:12.58] Arriving violently through the stream
[03:21.22] A scene that's playing out in some god's dream
[03:29.77] And I still come 'round here
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