Compound Eye

Working out my tendrils so they’ll grab onto the things I wanna keep
They control the pictures through the screen but I set the opacity
A virus carried by the common household spy
Compound eye
Compound eye
I’m so tired that I could just die
Found a little something on the back page of a year old magazine
They wouldn’t let me sell it on a t-shirt so I gave them out for free
A Times Square tourist with a camera to the sky
Compound eye
Compound eye
I’m so tired that I could just die
They left the lights on
So that I might think they’re home
Just like the last time
When they left the dog alone
Well, I digress
It’s for the best anyway
The rule of WYSIWYG always depends on WYS
A line of work to drain the liquid from your life
Compound eye
Compound eye