Training Wheels (Eye In The Sky)

di di di di di di di di di di Eye in the sky I can see the apples fly I asked the question Something ripped open space and time Answer hit me in the face Our gods have removed the training wheels The crust of the world begins to flake, A golden ratio we didn’t bake. Newton’s fruit, now a bleeding core, Leaking static through the parlor door. We’re pedaling fast through a blind-spot sun, Where the many collapse into the One. Gravity’s a ghost that lost its haunt, Giving us the "Everything" we thought we’d want. The sky isn’t blue, it’s a hollowed lens, Where the start of the circle finally ends. The handlebars snap; the pavement liquefies, Into the sugar-lattice of the Great Design’s eyes. No more balance, no more steady hand, Just the raw geometry of the Promised Land. We aren't falling, we’re just finally unbound, Screaming through a silence that’s the only real sound. The recipe’s rewritten in a tongue of fire— Welcome to the summit of the funeral pyre.