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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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 again 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