Cyclops

Time to face the crowd
Anxious people, await the sound
Of a ringmaster to speak
About the person, they call a freak

Curtain pulls back
The audience freeze

You won't find visions like these
Thousands of people, in awe of me
Fuelled by rage and disdain
Waiting on freedom, to call my name

See the eye
Redefine
Tell no lie

See the eye
Redefine
Tell no lie

You won't find visions like these
Thousands of people, in awe of me
Fuelled by rage and disdain
Waiting on freedom, to call my name

Always felt
For myself
As an anchor

Decent help
Vaguely dealt
With my pain

Feel this welt
Of your belt
Through the anger

Passing into my veins

With his eye
Look into his eye and you will die
With his eye
Look into his eye and you will die

With his eye
With his eye



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Bourke, Finn Kingston, Zane Fleming
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