༒༺ 👁️ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔶𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔡 👁️ ༻༒

[Intro — 7/8] Eyes shut.

Still watching.

That little twitch

behind the lid—

I turn away.

It turns with me.

[Verse 1 — 7/8 + 9/8] I kept a thumb across the opening,

enough to let a little through.

Enough to say I'd seen the other side.

Enough to keep it out of view.

Then something in the dark grew teeth

and bit the finger holding fast.

I felt it turning underneath—

the thing I thought I'd buried last.

It had my smile.

It had my reasons.

It knew exactly where to hurt.

I watched it mouth my favorite answer.

I felt my lips repeat the words.

[Pre-Chorus — 5/4] I shut my eyes.

It opened mine.

[Chorus — 6/4] Into the eye of the mind,

where I go to disappear.

I’ve been staring through myself

to avoid what’s waiting here.

Let the third eye open.

Let it look until I flinch.

Every time I turn from it,

it catches me again.

I dress it up as wisdom.

It wears my fear so well.

I look away before it sees

the things I will not tell.

[Instrumental — 7/8 + 9/8] [Verse 2 — 7/8 + 9/8] I wanted something vast and merciful

to lift me clean out of my skin.

Instead, the dark became so intimate

I felt ashamed of looking in.

A face I’d practiced in the mirror.

A laugh that landed like a slap.

The pleasure of a small revenge

I’d softened every time I told it back.

And there I was, above it all,

explaining why it had to be.

The longer that I held its gaze,

the less it looked away from me.

[Pre-Chorus — 5/4] I shut my eyes.

It opened mine.

[Chorus — 6/4] Into the eye of the mind,

where I go to disappear.

I’ve been staring through myself

to avoid what’s waiting here.

Let the third eye open.

Let it look until I flinch.

Every time I turn from it,

it catches me again.

I dress it up as wisdom.

It wears my fear so well.

I look away before it sees

the things I will not tell.

[Instrumental — 11/8] [Bridge — 11/8] There should have been a staircase.

I should have risen.

I sat until my legs went numb,

waiting for the ceiling to give.

Something laughed.

I knew that laugh.

I’d used it on the ones

who let me see them wanting.

Now here I am—

with both hands out,

pretending I was only passing through.

Still waiting

to be lifted.

Still bargaining

with what I see.

[Breakdown — 7/4] Take my hand

off the eye.

Take my hand

off the eye.

I put it there.

I held it down.

I felt it move.

I pressed again.

Take my hand

off the eye.

Let me see

what I’ve been feeding.

Let me stay

when it sees me.

[Instrumental — 7/4 + 4/4] [Verse 3 — 9/8] I let the ugly thing sit near me.

I let it breathe against my neck.

Without the effort of concealing,

it had so little muscle left.

I waited for another vision.

The dark stayed dark beneath my lids.

Outside, a truck dragged past the window.

I felt my weight against my ribs.

Then came the itch to make it holy,

to turn the morning into proof.

I caught myself halfway to speaking.

I let the breath go, unused.

[Build — 5/4] Stay.

When the sweetness wears away.

Stay.

When there’s nothing left to say.

When my fingers

start to tighten—

leave it open.

Leave it open.

[Final Chorus — 6/4] Into the eye of the mind.

I can feel it looking back.

I can feel my fingers lifting.

I can feel them wanting back.

Let the third eye open.

Let it look until I flinch.

Let me take the looking with me

when the daylight enters in.

Into the eye of the mind,

past the point I used to leave.

Something moves beneath the surface.

This time, I let it see.

Until there’s nothing left between the eye and me.