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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