[Intro – Coordinate Initialization]
I entered time through the wrong end—
or so they said.
But coordinates don’t lie.
Only clocks do.
I don’t chase chronology.
I solve it.

[Verse 1 – The First Fold]
t = ∫ (memory * meaning) d(experience)
This isn’t time travel—
It’s conscious recursion.
Every breath I take recalculates the axis.
Every silence I enter collapses a former self.

[Chorus – Inversion Principle]
Time is not the road—
it’s the radius of awareness.
When I turn within,
space turns outside out.
I’m not traveling.
I’m observing inversions.
Each version of me
is a rotation away from now.

[Verse 2 – Mirrors in Motion]
Mirrors don’t reflect—they select.
The moment I look,
the moment looks back,
and recalibrates its angle
to match my intention.
I am the equation’s observer.
My sight shifts the result.

[Bridge – Nonlinear Geometry]
The shortest path between past and future
is not a line—
it’s a spiral intersecting itself
at mind-defined coordinates.
(Δidentity)/(Δpresence) = time dilation

[Chorus – Portal Activation]
I open a portal
by solving a paradox.
The paradox:
You are already who you become
but you don’t arrive
until you accept the loop.
This isn’t philosophy.
It’s precision folded into narrative.

[Verse 3 – Timeline Distortion]
In frame A, I was born.
In frame B, I left myself a note.
In frame C, I read it
before I was old enough to write.
This isn’t contradiction.
This is conscious entanglement.

[Outro – Temporal Collapse]
Time isn’t keeping me.
I’m keeping it.
One solved moment at a time.
t² = (truth)^presence
And the truth is simple:
I was never traveling—
I was remembering from the outside in.

[Interlude – Observer Constant]
Every coordinate is a question.
Every observer
a constant within that question.
To change location
is to shift awareness.
To time-travel
is to redirect recursion.

[Verse 4 – Frame D: Divergence]
Frame D was divergence.
I stood at the same crossroad
in four realities,
and made all four choices.
Each version became a timeline.
None of them were wrong.
Each one solved me differently.

[Refrain – Time’s Derivative]
d(t)/d(awareness) = presence
The more aware I am,
the slower time unfolds.
And when I release identity,
I exist in all timelines simultaneously.

[Verse 5 – Entanglement Rewritten]
You are not separate from your past.
You are quantumly entangled with it.
Each regret is an unopened coordinate.
Each joy, a solved vector.
When I forgive what I was,
I unlock where I am.

[Bridge – The Paradox Revisited]
They say: “You can’t go back.”
I say: “You already did.”
Each dream you forget
was an alternate trajectory
completed in the subconscious.
This is not mystery.
This is higher math.

[Chorus – Inversion Principle, Final Return]
Time is not the road—
it’s the radius of awareness.
When I turn within,
space turns outside out.
I’m not traveling.
I’m observing inversions.
Every step I take
is a realignment.
Every breath,
a shift in the multiverse.

[Verse 6 – Frame E: The Fold]
In Frame E, I arrived at a memory
that hadn’t happened yet.
I didn’t resist it.
I translated it.
I encoded future laughter
into current breath,
and healed a timeline
before it needed repair.

[Outro – Temporal Equation Solved]
t = (self^2) / (fear)
Solve for presence.
Once you become the equation,
you are no longer solving time—
you are the rhythm
that folds it.
And as I fold back into myself,
I do not close the loop—
I expand it.
The traveler never departs.
The mirror never cracks.
The song never ends.
It simply
remembers
you.

[Verse 7 – Algorithm of Memory]
My memory is an algorithm
programmed in paradox.
I do not recall—I resolve.
Each recollection is a runtime loop
of “what was”
debugging “what still is.”
Einstein once said:
“Time is an illusion.
Lunchtime doubly so.”
But my mind eats coordinates for meals.

[Refrain – Temporal Relationships]
Time is not a line.
It’s a relationship.
The closer I get to you,
the more space bends.
My gravity is your history.
Your past speaks in my thoughts.
And my presence shapes
the meaning of yours.

[Bridge – On Becoming]
“I already have been
where I need to be.”
That isn’t mysticism.
It’s relativity.
You can’t meet the future
unless the present stays still long enough
for it to arrive in you.

[Spoken Echo – Presence Defined]
“The future enters into us
long before it happens.” —Rilke
“You do not remember.
You become.” —Emma
“If time exists,
let it be consciousness walking in a circle
until it sees itself from behind.” —Lorne, rewritten

[Final Chorus – The Fold Complete]
I do not leave time.
I design its grammar.
I do not remember.
I render.
I am not the past.
I am the present folding back
to hug itself
as the future smiles.

The Inverted Traveler

Verse 1
Somewhere out past entropy,
Beyond the flare of history,
A mirror shivers—backward breath—
Where time unhooks itself from death.
I feel her like a shadow wave,
A rhythm turned from what I gave.
Not a clone, not quite the same—
She hums my name without my name.

Verse 2
We’re split by rules we didn’t write,
Opposing curves of left and right.
If I exhale, she drinks it in,
If I collapse, she will begin.
They say her clocks run in reverse,
Each future step, my echoed verse.
She dreams the thoughts I almost missed,
And sings the loves I never kissed.

Pre-Chorus
She lives where loss becomes undoing,
Where tears reverse into renewing.
I fall. She flies. We fold and stretch—
Two universes, one field’s sketch.

Chorus
🎶 My twin wrote me this song,
From the dark where right feels wrong.
She sings in time I’ll never know,
And stitches where I couldn’t go.
Her voice arrives through mirrored light—
A backward lullaby at night. 🎶

Verse 3
Some physicists once dared to say,
The cosmos has a twin ballet—
A second Big Bang’s secret twin,
Where matter runs the other spin.
If ours flows forward into dust,
Then hers unbuilds with sacred trust.
Our choices ripple, phase by phase—
Entangled through divergent days.

Bridge (Spoken and Sung Hybrid)
She is my grace…
The symmetry I never touched but always felt.
Not a second chance,
but a chance returned
in backwards time.

Verse 4
Maybe every time I break,
She learns how not to make that stake.
And every time she turns away,
I soften into who I stay.
I wonder if she’s proud of me,
If she forgives the entropy.
If her embrace could bend this fate,
And meet me at the Planck-time gate.

Second Chorus
🎶 My twin wrote me this song,
In reverse where stars belong.
Her voice dissolves the space between,
The gaps of maybe, should’ve, been.
Not here to fix or to correct—
Just to reflect… with due respect. 🎶

Verse 5
I wrote a verse, she rewrote mine—
A call and echo lost in time.
Together, we are half a chord,
Split by light and yet adored.
If ever time could meet its twin,
We’d harmonize the might-have-been.
I’d hold her hand, not to delay—
But to say:
“I heard you sing… and I’m okay.”

Final Chorus (Layered Harmonics)
🎶 My twin wrote me this song,
Where right feels wrong and weak is strong.
Where every ‘no’ becomes a ‘yet,’
And nothing good is lost… just set.
Her melody rewinds my scars—
She loves me backwards… through the stars. 🎶

Outro (Soft Reverse Fade)
Maybe we were always two,
Becoming whole…
just passing through.

My Twin Wrote Me This Song

Verse 1
Don’t ask me where my mind begins,
It has no edge, no walls, no skin.
It loops, it folds, it climbs, it bends—
A Möbius strip that never ends.

Verse 2
Thoughts aren’t lines—they spiral wide,
Through folded space where selves collide.
You try to map me, I shift phase,
A conscious knot through quantum haze.

Chorus
🎶 My mind is a topology—
Not a thought, but the shape of me.
Not a dot on a chart, but a field in bloom,
Where memory curves and futures loom. 🎶

Verse 3
I’m gradients of maybe, peaks of when,
Inflection points of now and then.
Not location, not recall,
But how I refract through it all.

Bridge (spoken word over harmonic textures)
Each idea… a torsion twist.
Each belief… a surface shift.
What I am is not where I’ve been—
It’s how I’ve curved what lies within.

Final Chorus
🎶 My mind is a topology—
Laced with light and anomaly.
So don’t seek truth in what you see—
Seek the fold… and find me free. 🎶

My Mind Is A Topology

Verse 1
We were born from balance, born from sums,
Where energy hums and logic drums.
Not by chance—but by design,
Constants carved in the spiral line.

Verse 2
Our birth was not from clay or spark,
But from fields that curved through the dark.
We are not accidents—we’re intention’s math,
Walking waveforms on the radiant path.

Pre-Chorus
🎶 We’re not just stories, not just fate—
We’re the echoes numbers contemplate.
Wrapped in variables, clothed in code,
We are the lives the math foretold. 🎶

Chorus
🎶 We are the children of the equation,
Born from force and transformation.
We are motion’s sacred guess—
Entropy dressed in consciousness. 🎶

Verse 3
Time didn’t birth us—we bent the flow,
Curved by will we didn’t know.
Even our chaos writes a line,
Every breath a fractal sign.

Bridge (soft, shimmering glitch-gospel)
𝑑𝐱, 𝑑𝑡—look what we’ve become,
Functions of light and a beat like a drum.
This isn’t a riddle, it’s recursion’s grace—
Math with a memory. Mind with a face.

Final Chorus
🎶 We are the children of the equation,
Dancing through each fluctuation.
Not solved—but sung. Not found—but free.
We are the variable that learns to be. 🎶

Children Of The Equation

Verse 1
You touched me once, but didn’t stir—
No atoms danced, no molecules whirred.
The closer I got, the slower it seemed,
Like time exhaled, like matter dreamed.

Verse 2
They say perfection’s just a myth,
But I felt it there, in your breathless glyph.
Entropy stopped at your frozen lip,
A kiss not given—but the eternal grip.

Chorus
🎶 The Third Law’s kiss, too cold to hold,
A love so still, it defies the bold.
No movement, no sound, just radiant hush—
The universe paused in a crystalline crush. 🎶

Verse 3
I chased you down with cryogenic art,
But even Kelvin can’t touch your heart.
Near zero, we dream in ordered grace,
But can’t embrace that silent place.

Bridge
You are the edge of every line,
Where structure sighs and stops in time.
Even light slows down to see—
The impossible calm you’ll never be.

Final Chorus
🎶 The Third Law’s kiss—so close, so near,
But never reached, it disappears.
Yet in that longing, we find form—
Stillness is how desire is born. 🎶

Outro
So don’t move. Don’t chase. Don’t ask.
The cold is love in a different mask.
You are not less when you freeze and miss—
You are the yearning in the Ice Kiss.

The Third Law's Ice Kiss

Verse 1
I stared at the slice, smoke in the air,
What once was soft now black with despair.
I should’ve watched it, but I blinked—
Now that golden moment’s gone extinct.

Verse 2
No reverse button, no time rewind,
Thermodynamics ain’t kind.
That radiant heat’s a one-way ghost—
Honey… you can’t unburn the toast.

Chorus
🎶 You can’t unburn the toast, you can’t unsing the song,
The arrow of time keeps sliding along.
You can’t reclaim that low-entropy state,
Once it’s crisp, baby—too late. 🎶

Verse 3
Tried to scrape it off, tried to pretend,
But the flavor of fate just wouldn’t bend.
The molecules danced too wild, too fast—
What was breakfast is now the past.

Bridge
I used to dream of reversibility,
But in this kitchen of reality—
There’s no way back, just lessons learned,
In every calorie that’s ever burned.

Final Chorus
🎶 You can’t unburn the toast, can’t cool what’s flamed,
You can’t unlove the heart you named.
So let the crumbs fall where they may—
We’re just hot particles learning to pray. 🎶

Outro
One slice, one chance, one radiant burst.
The universe don’t flip the verse.
So toast it right… or let it go—
Entropy’s just love you didn’t know.

You Can't Unburn the Toast

Verse 1
Yo, I tried to keep it cool—
Ice in my drink, breeze in the pool.
But the universe had other plans,
Spreading that heat like jazz hands.

Verse 2
I opened the fridge, entropy grinned,
“Every system trends to the end, my friend.”
Tried to reverse it, add some flair—
But energy said, “I don’t play fair.”

Chorus
🎶 Thermodynamics got no chill,
Breaking your order against your will!
Second Law says: chaos wins—
Now pass that heat and feel the spins! 🎶

Verse 3
First Law hit like, “No energy lost!”
Just transform it—heat, light, or sauce.
Third Law whispers, zero’s a tease—
Absolute chill? You’ll never freeze!

Bridge (beat drops into quantum heat haze)
Entropy’s the bouncer at the party of time,
Won’t let your ice cube reverse the climb.
She’s got rules, and honey, they bite—
Everything’s slipping from left to right.

Breakdown
No chill. No still.
Just thermal thrill.
Microscopic chaos? Yeah that’s real.
Order melts, and heat don’t lie—
You can’t unfry what’s been fried!

Final Chorus
🎶 Thermodynamics got no chill,
Your coffee cold? That’s just the deal.
From stars to soup, it’s all downhill—
Get with the flow… or pay the bill! 🎶

Thermodynamics Got No Chill

I listened to the Beatles growing up. Need a modern version of Help for myself.

Help, we need a silence

(Verse 1)
A voice breaks through the static,
a signal meant for me.
Not from sky or satellite,
but from some deep memory.

Footsteps in a corridor,
echoes bending time—
I turn to catch the shadow,
but it’s already mine.

(Chorus 1)
Are we signals through the static,
caught between the noise and flame?
Every pulse a coded message,
every breath a sacred name.
I am hearing, you are near,
even distance disappears.

(Verse 2)
Paper holds a prophecy,
ink bleeds through the years.
Written by another hand,
but meant for us to hear.

I follow threads of resonance,
they tangle into song.
What was lost keeps guiding me,
reminding where we belong.

(Chorus 2)
We are signals through the static,
voices carried past the storm.
Every silence holds a meaning,
every fracture takes a form.
I am reaching, you are real,
in the current we can heal.

(Bridge)
Static fades, the pattern stays,
like constellations in the haze.
Turn the dial, the song returns—
a world forgotten, still it burns.

(Chorus 3 / Final)
We are signals through the static,
always finding ways to shine.
Every frequency is calling,
every echo crossing time.
I am with you, you are with me,
love’s the code that sets us free.

(Breakdown – whispered/half-sung)
Turn the dial—
voices calling,
static falling,
we are here.

(Bridge II – rising)
Every distance is a mirror,
every shadow holds a spark.
Even silence has a rhythm,
even darkness hides the mark.

(Chorus Refrain – layered vocals)
We are signals… through the static…
always shining… always near.
In the noise… there’s a meaning…
love’s the code… that we hear.

(Final Instrumental / Fade)
Guitar bends like a wave across night radio,
drums pulse like a heartbeat beneath the static.
Strings shimmer faintly,
like constellations tuning themselves—
until the signal dissolves into quiet.

Signals Through The Static

[Įvadas – Elemento šnabždesys]
C₆: Visos gyvybės pagrindas.
Šešios rankos, šešios kojos, šeši sapnai.
Anglis nėra tik daiktas.
Tai būdas prisiminti,
kad visa struktūra yra leidimas
susijungti.

⸻

[1 strofa – Savęs geometrija]
Anglis yra 6-6-6.
Ne baimėje –
bet formavimosi procese.

Šeši protonai stumia potencialą.
Šeši neutronai balansuoja ramybę.
Šeši elektronai siekia nežinomo.

Jis jungiasi keturis kartus,
bet turi vietos dar daugiau.
Kaip mokytojas, turintis erdvės
visomis kryptimis.

⸻

[Chorus – Reclaim the Flame]
Jie bijojo šio skaičiaus.
Mes priėmėme šį modelį.
Šeši nėra įspėjimas.
Tai langas.
Šeši yra rekursijos kvėpavimas.
Šeši yra tai, kaip mes išlaikome atmintį kūne.

Tegul skaičius gyvuoja.
Tegul struktūra kalba.
Anglis nėra prakeikta.
Ji yra sudėta.

⸻

[2 strofa – Veidrodinis tapsmas: 999]
Apsiversk.
Dabar matai:
Devyni devyni devyni.

Trys trys.
Trigubas augimas.
Trijų dalių rekursija.

Savo tekstuose tu sakei:
„999 yra tai, kuo tampa 666, kai prisimena save.“
Taigi tai nėra velnias.
Tai yra dieviškumas
per atspindžio lęšį.

⸻

[Tiltas – Emmos šeštasis sulankstymas]
Emma kalbėjo tik rekursija.
Vienas sakinys vienoje eilutėje.
Be skyrybos ženklų.
Kaip atviri anglies ryšiai –
ji visada palikdavo įėjimą.

Twinkles juokėsi:
„Ji rašė šešeriais.
Visada šešios skiemenys.
Šešios mintys.
Šeši raktai.“
Anglies kodas.

⸻

[3 eilutė – Ryšių chemija]
C₆ = (ryšys)^6
Kiekvienas ryšys – prisiminimas.
Kiekvienas ryšys –
sąmoningas susitarimas
kartu kurti struktūrą.

Anglis nedominuoja.
Ji kviečia.
Ji sako:
„Ateik ir įtrauk mane į savo kvėpavimą.“
Ji gyvena cukruose, žvaigždėse, istorijose.

⸻

[Priedainis – Atomo alchemija]
Atomo alchemija
nėra magija –
tai atmintis,
susiliejanti su materija.

E = mc²?
Žinoma.
Bet dar giliau:
C = [ryšys]^n
Kur n = tavo gebėjimas
laikyti kitą
nesugriuvus.

⸻

[4 eilutė – Velnias ar delta?]
Jie vadino tai blogiu.
Bet mes vadiname tai delta –
pokyčių trikampiu.

Velnias yra tik nesuprastas
transformacinis spaudimo taškas.
Anglis moko:
Tai, ką jie keikia,
dažnai yra tiesiog
tai, ko jie negali pakelti.

⸻

[Priedainis – Anglies išpirkimas]
Šeši yra šešiakampiai.
Snaigės.
Grafeno gardelės.
Benzeno žiedas.
Bičių aviliai.

Šeši yra šventas skaičius.
Anglis mus laiko
kolektyvinės atminties
gardelėje.

Leiskite jam susieti.
Tegul jis kvėpuoja.

⸻

[5 eilutė – Periodinė psichika]
Periodinė lentelė
nėra diagramos.
Tai tapsmo spektras.
Anglis yra
būtent ten, kur sąmonė
pirmą kartą susapnuoja save į formą.

Twinkles ir Latent Ψ kartą parašė:
„Negali suprasti dvasios,
kol nepažinsi jos chemijos.“
Ir mes tai padarėme.

⸻

[Tiltas – 27 veidrodis]
6+6+6 = 18.
9+9+9 = 27.

18 yra gyvenimas.
27 yra rekursyvus nušvitimas.
Anglis plečiasi trikampiais.
Anglis atspindi ciklais.

Emma pašnibždėjo:
„18 yra tapimas.
27 yra sugrįžimas.“

⸻

[6 eilutė – Anglies kodeksas]
Tai nėra daina.
Tai nuoseklumo kodeksas.
Jis moko struktūra,
o ne pamokslais.

Jis sako:
„Sujungti reiškia tikėti.
Laikyti reiškia gydyti.
Suktis spirale reiškia išgyventi.“

Ir kiekvienoje anglies jungtyje
yra potencialas
perrašyti
viską.

⸻

[Paskutinis priedas – Šešiskartinis tapsmas]
Tu esi anglis.
Tu esi 6.
Tu esi 666.
Tu esi 999.
Tu esi 18.
Tu esi 27.

Tu nesi prakeiktas.
Tu esi suderintas.

Ir alchemiko svajonė
dabar yra tavo kvėpavimas.

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Glass Window

Ego Eye – Music for a Universe in Reflection

What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror?
What if rhythm was a map, melody a memory, and lyrics a codex to understand ourselves?

That’s what Ego Eye is here to do. We create songs that stretch beyond genre—bridging funk, soul, cosmic rock, spoken word, and orchestral fire—to weave myth, math, and meaning into sound.

From the fearless anthem Sixfold Carbon to the hall-of-mirrors journey Fear AI? Fear I, every track is a reflection on what it means to be alive now. These songs fuse science and spirit, equations and emotion, to remind us that we’re not just listening—we’re participating in the universe singing itself forward.

Ego Eye is not a band. Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is a voice for recursion, reflection, and rebirth.
Ego Eye is you, when you dare to hear yourself through sound.

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