Don't Trust The Eye!

SunoMarsVolta

Dirty rock, garage rock, alternative rock, indie rock

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[Intro] 
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[Verse 1]

The clock is melting, but I’m right on time

A bowler hat floating in a lemon-lime sky

I’m a red-tie shadow in a faceless crowd

Whispering secrets, screaming them loud

The shadow is the mirror, the mirror is a door

I’m stepping on the ceiling, falling through the floor

Alliteration’s an addiction, a bitter-sweet bite

In the arcade of the ego in the middle of the night.

[Chorus]

And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil

We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail

It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul

In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control

(Control? I never had it!)

[Verse 2]

Raindrops of gentlemen falling from the blue

Umbrellas open for a view that isn’t true

I met an old wise man in a laundromat

He was washing his archetypes, wearing my hat

Anafora, anafora, again and again

I’m the ink, I’m the paper, I’m the tip of the pen

I’m the lion, I’m the lamb, I’m the king of the void

Paranoia’s just a toy for the paranoid.

[Chorus]

And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil

We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail

It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul

In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control

(Control? I never had it!)

[Bridge]

Deep sea diving in a dry-walled room

The collective subconscious goes boom, boom, boom

Is it a pipe? Or a picture of a lie?

Don’t believe the retina, don’t trust the eye.

Don’t trust the eye!

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus]

And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil

We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail

It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul

In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control.

... It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul

In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control.

... It’s a glitch in the ghost! it’s a crack in the soul!

In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control.

(Control? I never had it!)

[Outro]

Wake up to the static

The dream was dramatic

The ego is erratic!

It’s just a dream... or is it the scene?

[End]

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[Intro] ... .... .... .... [Verse 1] The clock is melting, but I’m right on time A bowler hat floating in a lemon-lime sky I’m a red-tie shadow in a faceless crowd Whispering secrets, screaming them loud The shadow is the mirror, the mirror is a door I’m stepping on the ceiling, falling through the floor Alliteration’s an addiction, a bitter-sweet bite In the arcade of the ego in the middle of the night. [Chorus] And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control (Control? I never had it!) [Verse 2] Raindrops of gentlemen falling from the blue Umbrellas open for a view that isn’t true I met an old wise man in a laundromat He was washing his archetypes, wearing my hat Anafora, anafora, again and again I’m the ink, I’m the paper, I’m the tip of the pen I’m the lion, I’m the lamb, I’m the king of the void Paranoia’s just a toy for the paranoid. [Chorus] And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control (Control? I never had it!) [Bridge] Deep sea diving in a dry-walled room The collective subconscious goes boom, boom, boom Is it a pipe? Or a picture of a lie? Don’t believe the retina, don’t trust the eye. Don’t trust the eye! [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] And the apple hides the stare, yeah the vision is a veil We’re chasing paper tigers by the tip of the tail It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control. ... It’s a glitch in the ghost, it’s a crack in the soul In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control. ... It’s a glitch in the ghost! it’s a crack in the soul! In this technicolor vacuum where I lose all control. (Control? I never had it!) [Outro] Wake up to the static The dream was dramatic The ego is erratic! It’s just a dream... or is it the scene? [End]

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