Yeah... You ever notice... Some people spend their whole life Trying to be seen... And some people... Never ask for attention... Yet somehow... Everybody notices. Sykotix... Walk through the crowd... Feel eyes drift my way. Maybe it's the silence... Maybe it's in the way I walk. No chains swinging. No spotlight glow. Multitude of stories left untold That nobody knows. Cold blue eyes. Wounds and scars beneath. Years of lessons Hidden underneath. Some see confidence. Some see mystery. Some see darkness. Some see history. Judge my face. Question my name. You couldn't walk my road Or withstand my pain. Step in my lane, focused rage. I don't explain.. Understanding stops at perception. If you feel the energy... You understand it now. No loud entrance. No need to prove. Still somehow... They watch every move. Why they look twice... When I walk by? Maybe it's the silence. Maybe it's my COLD BLUE EYES. Why they look twice... Then they look again? Trying to read the chapters Written in my skin. Why they look twice... Why they look twice... I'm just doing my thing... Stop my stride, helmet on, turn the key. Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Hey! Hey! Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Hey! Hey! Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Some scars fade... Some scars stay... Some stories never get explained. Red light... Loud pipes, mirror shine reflecting city lights. LC8 whirl through the city like a song. Loud pipes, car windows vibrate. Lost in my own thoughts, Waiting for the green. Three girls in the car beside me, Laughing, Looking over, Whispering something. I catch it in the mirror... Then look forward again. Same heartbeat. Same mindset. Green light... Roll throttle on. First gear... Second gear... Third... Front wheel feeling light, held near midnight. The city starts blurring behind me. Another car sounds supercharged. Guy behind the wheel, Trying too hard. He knows they're watching. Pulls alongside. Revs it. Falls back. Pulls up again. Same thing. One more time. Still trying. Still angry. Still chasing attention. Meanwhile... I'm just riding. No race. No ego. No need to prove a thing. A few hours later... Bike parked by the city lights. Leaning back, Drinking Jameson. Then I see them again. Same girls. Different place. Different crowd. Same smiles. Same curious look, Like they're trying to figure out What they saw earlier. But there's nothing to explain. No act. No performance. Just me. Some people chase attention. Some people chase validation. Some people make noise. Some people make an impression. Why they look twice... When I walk by? Maybe it's the silence. Maybe it's the eyes. Why they look twice... Then they look again? Trying to read the chapters Written in my skin. Why they look twice... Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Front end feeling light, Held near midnight. I'M JUST DOiNG MY THiNG... Roll throttle, wheels spin. Red light... Green light... Gone into the night. Hour later, same car, same girls. Looking at each other. They look at their friends... Look back. Smile again. Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin... Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Why they look twice... Why they look twice... Black bike, loud pipes... Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Hey! Hey! Why they look twice... Maybe it's the silence. Maybe it's the COLD BLUE EYEs. Why they look twice... Then they look again? My COLD BLUE EYEs. Smile through an open visor, Kryptek Fly helmet. One bites lip, smiles again. I'M JUST DOiNG MY THiNG! Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin. Some people make noise... Some people make an impression... Big difference. Sykotix... Some stories aren't spoken... They're felt. Black bike, loud pipes, wheels spin, gone into the night.
