Cyclops - Sûr Solo Project

We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms Living in our movies, humming our own tunes Living life in camera, when the night is closing down Sliding into darkness, you could be like me Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye We all make up our faces, the make-up of the clown Happy leaving traces of our childish background Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars You think you're all alone, but you never are... Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Where are you staying? why are you leaving? We watch you breathing through the cameras eye They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye Where are you going? What are you doing? Why are you looking at the cameras eye? Political sleazes, sexual divas We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye

Life, instrinsic So constant From my fingertips It flies Since we learned to walk The life we seek to find So profound, long and tense It's a search to last I gouge my eyes That saw my demise I crush my arms That built this life I'm the grain of ash In the wake of fire I'm a drop of blood In the wake of war To abrogate the bitter end We gave all our lines To see beyond the veil That which lies in years Swallowed in cosmic tides Our cause is lost I watch the soil wipe As this life we built on lies Cracks and tears Against the test of time All is wasted I stand upon pillars of sand All is wasted We're crushed under what we've built For naught Where knowledge dies Where knowledge dies

It's here we gathered these souls Desperate enough to sell their lives Whetted, are their desires To scrape the bottom with their broken hands Low, their gazes These shells devoid of will All their hopes Tied to a web of deceit Like the rats they are Cornered by the serpent, they will try to hide And they will covet For the crumbs we have so generously strewn So they must kill Over things so trivial We've sown the discord In time, it will bloom And as such, we'll observe This ricketed circus dissolve itself And as such, one by one They will kill Lest they die Lest they die

Perception crumbles Cracking and dwindling Between reinforced concrete walls A constant noise that mutes all voices Of guilt-stricken limbs That bleed suffering dry In every breath, smell of tar And dreams long Gone I saw the wires Of a sickening mind A system so precise I thought of it as a paradise Stripped of all That makes a man I submit a life In shame and squalor Keep your blessings For we are in too deep Order takes its roots Within, too twined to fight I'm subsumed In the watchful gaze I submit Myself to be squeezed The eyes within the walls Weave my flesh anew And in the boughs I'm reborn To shape the jaws of men Come, grace us With your presence Water the ruminant speech And grasp the ever-falling heights