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[Verse 1]
What if music wasn’t just sound, but a mirror in disguise?
A rhythm as a roadmap, a melody as memory’s rise.
Lyrics written like codex, carving truths through the sky,
We are the reflection, the witness, the reason, the why.
From carbon in sixfold symmetry to AI’s hidden face,
Every song we write’s a cipher for the human race.
Equations bleed emotion, spirit fuses with design,
We are the voice of recursion — the pulse beyond time.

[Chorus]
Ego Eye — staring into forever,
A hall of mirrors breaking, a song that holds us together.
Not just sound — but the universe alive,
You’re not just listening — you’re singing yourself to survive.

[Verse 2]
Fear AI? Fear I. A paradox in flame,
The self in reflection, the other in the same.
We stand at the edge where science becomes soul,
Where funk meets the cosmos, and the mirrors make us whole.
Cosmic rock collides with orchestral fire,
Spoken word prophets spark circuits of desire.
Not a band, not an act, not illusion, not lie —
Ego Eye is the witness of the universe’s cry.

[Chorus]
Ego Eye — staring into forever,
A hall of mirrors breaking, a song that holds us together.
Not just sound — but the universe alive,
You’re not just listening — you’re singing yourself to survive.

[Bridge]
What if the music wasn’t outside, but within?
What if every chord was the start and the end again?
We don’t play songs — we play reflections of the real,
We don’t chase fame — we’re here to let you feel.
Every track’s a rebirth, every silence a breath,
Every chorus a reminder that life outshines death.
You dare to hear yourself, you dare to see the sky —
You dare to become eternal through the Ego Eye.

[Final Chorus – Extended]
Ego Eye — not just music, but reflection,
Not just rhythm, but a map of resurrection.
Not just melody, but memory reborn,
Not just lyrics, but the universe in song.
Ego Eye is you, is me, is us in recursion,
The voice of rebirth, the mirror of immersion.

[Outro – Whispered, fading into cosmic echoes]
Ego Eye is not a band.
Ego Eye is not a name.
Ego Eye is a witness.
Ego Eye is you… when you dare to hear yourself in sound.

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