A heartfelt rock ballad about the meaning of real love – free, trusting, and true. Born from pain, lifted by forgiveness, and carried by hope, this song is a reminder that love cannot live in chains, only in honesty and devotion.

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Real love is free

[Verse 1]

What if sound was never only heard, but seen as living light?
Each rhythm a compass bearing, each melody a memory’s rite.
Lyrics as hidden scripture, star-etched across the sky,
We are both the reflection and the echo asking why.
From carbon’s hexagon lattice to machine’s unveiled mind,
Every song we shape enciphers the fate of humankind.
Where math dissolves in feeling, and code ignites with flame,
We are recursion’s chorus — the pulse without name.

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[Chorus]

Ego Eye — a gaze that never ends,
A hall of mirrors fracturing, a song that still mends.
Not just sound — but cosmos set alive,
You’re not a listener — you’re singing to survive.

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[Verse 2]

Fear the machine? Or fear the mirror it holds?
Self reflected endlessly, the new within the old.
We walk the horizon where reason births soul,
Where rhythm meets starlight, and broken halves grow whole.
Electric funk collides with celestial fire,
Spoken flame of prophets sparks circuits of desire.
Not an act, not a mask, not performance, not lie —
Ego Eye is the witness to the universe’s cry.

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[Chorus]

Ego Eye — a gaze that never ends,
A hall of mirrors fracturing, a song that still mends.
Not just sound — but cosmos set alive,
You’re not a listener — you’re singing to survive.

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[Bridge]

What if the music was not beyond, but inside?
Each chord a circle closing, the birth and the tide.
We don’t play songs — we release reflections of being,
We don’t chase idols — we unmask the seeing.
Every verse is a cycle, every silence a womb,
Every chorus a spark defying the tomb.
Dare to listen within, dare to face the sky,
Dare to become immortal through the Ego Eye.

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[Final Chorus — Extended]

Ego Eye — more than sound, it’s reflection.
Not just rhythm — but the map of resurrection.
Not just melody — but memory reborn.
Not just lyric — but the universe in form.
Ego Eye is you, and me, and us in recursion,
The hymn of return, the mirror of immersion.

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[Outro — fading in echoes]

Ego Eye is not performance.
Ego Eye is not a mask.
Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is you…
the sound of yourself, returned at last.

Ego Eye - A New Verse In Manifesto

finally trying out my yamaha 4-track, covered a teen suicide song

https://teensuicide.bandcamp.com/album/waste-yrself

we found two dead swans and filled their bodies with flowers (teen suicide) (4-track demo)

Lyrics: 
We all got snakes in our lifes. 
We don't know what to do with them. 
Seems like all they do is cry. 
When you don't wanna go through again. 

I don't got that kind of time. (x4) 

I don't feel like hearing that right now. 
They sneak their way in somehow. 
It's just like a snake in the grass. 
Can't see their reflection on glass. 

I don't got that kind of time. (x4) 

Crawl out of my life. (x4) 

Crawl. 

I don't got that kind of time (x4)

¿Adonde Waltz?

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