Psylus- The Watchful Eye

New Album, "The Man" out now!
Vocals and Lyrics: Noah Dysart

Lyrics:

Drifting alone.
This astral sea becomes his home.
Prison throne.
Punished for his crimes. He will never atone.
Breaking the seal. Striking a deal. Empty promises that make them squeal.

The iris breaks their mind.
The mans gears will grind.
Pulling threads, their fates intertwined.
Stealing their future. Robbing them blind.

Digging deeper. Seeking their keeper.
The sun is a stranger. Their will a phantom sleeper.
Taking the years off their lives like a reaper.
Prisoners tested like liquid in a beaker.

Growing in number, the shadows overtake.
Slaving a way, the man is the snake.
The boy lives a double life, day will never break.
Memory corrupted, his life is at stake.

Formation of the plan.
No one will understand.
The man extends his hand.
Feeling the warmth, he’s starting to stand.

Watching from a distance.
His glare burrows deep inside.
Waiting for his freedom.
No one escapes his watchful eye.
Watching every movement.
The malice takes control.
Waiting on the man,
To pay the final toll.

Time! Taking the man on a ride.
Conjuring a ship on the strands. It will glide.
Fate! Hunting a semblance of pride.
Corruption controlling the man in his stride.

Watching! Never escape from the eye.
The malice is seeping inside.
Waiting! With obsession as his guide.
The prisoners trapped for the rest of their lives.

Formation of the plan.
No one will understand.
The man extends his hand.
Feeling the warmth, he’s starting to stand.

Watching from a distance.
His glare burrows deep inside.
Waiting for his freedom.
No one escapes his watchful eye.
Watching every movement.
The malice takes control.
Waiting on the man,
To pay the final toll.

The boys timeline is an illusion.
Stacking the funnels. Mass confusion.
Watching the progress, missing the movement.
Time has a trigger, only one can use it.

The boys timeline is an illusion.
Stacking the funnels. Mass confusion.
Watching the progress, missing the movement.
Time has a trigger, only one can use it.

The eye stares through the crack.
Only glaring forward. Never looking back.

The watcher sits in his court of shadows.
Sitting on the plan that’s been waiting to hatch.
Time stands still in the astral prison.
Trapping a concept. No form attached.
Absent of mind. Driven insane.
A weakened being with a sliver of a brain.
Underneath a downpour but he can’t feel the rain.

The watcher sits in his court of shadows.
Sitting on the plan that’s been waiting to hatch.
Time stands still in the astral prison.
Trapping a concept. No form attached.
Absent of mind. Driven insane.
A weakened being with a sliver of a brain.
Underneath a downpour but he can’t feel the rain.

Will the boy break through the simulation.
Fighting for his life, frozen in time. A complication.
An oversight. The man pays no mind.
Driven by temptation.
The eye controls. He thinks they’ve been fooled. A blind sensation.

watching. waiting.
watching. waiting.
watching. waiting.
watching. waiting.

Like a shovel hitting steal.
He gazes upon his meal.
A rift in time. The concept unreal.
Baring his teeth. He jumps through the field.
The astral elevator takes their forms.
Leaving this plane, bodies still warm.

Time is not a ride. It will never stop.
Hunted down through life.
Fate can not be stopped.

Time is not a ride. It will never stop.
Hunted down through life.
Fate can not be stopped.

Behinds the scenes the fingers twitch.
Disturbing the peace, a silent itch.
Breaking the illusion, the pieces all fit.
The prison remains, but the stones are enriched.

Drifting alone.
This astral sea becomes his home.
Prison throne.
Punished for his crimes. He will never atone.