Bateye
Thumlock Lyrics
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They burn my back and stray my way
Bateye sees
The blood red eyes of smoke control chaotically
They hang from caves that I can't see
Bateye sees
The blood in me
Time to feed
Time to feed
Paranoia emanates from those that are not there
I will them, meet their deathly stare
Bateye sees
I pass them, look ahead to where I've got to go
None of them can find me there
Bateye sees
The blood in me
Time to feed
Time to feed
Time to feed
The song Bateye by Thumlock seems to be a song about paranoia and the feeling of being watched or followed. The lyrics talk about the singer floating upon a plane and feeling the eyes on them, which burn their back and stray their way. They mention a being called Bateye who sees the blood red eyes of smoke control chaotically, which hang from caves that the singer cannot see. This creates an eerie and ominous tone, as if there is something sinister lurking nearby that the singer is unable to see or escape from.
The lyrics continue to describe how the paranoia emanates from those who are not there, and the singer feels like they are being watched by a deathly stare. Despite this, they pass them and look ahead to where they need to go, confident that none of them can find them there. This speaks to a sort of resilience and determination, despite the fear and paranoia that they are experiencing.
Overall, the lyrics of Bateye are dark and haunting, with a focus on the feeling of being watched and followed by something ominous. The mention of Bateye adds an extra layer of mystery and fear to the song, leaving the listener wondering who or what this being is and what their intentions are.
Line by Line Meaning
I float upon the plane and feel the eyes on me
I am in a state of weightlessness and sense that a large number of people are watching me.
They burn my back and stray my way
Their gazes are intense and they follow me intensely.
Bateye sees
I am aware that Bateye, a mythical creature with powerful vision, is observing me.
The blood red eyes of smoke control chaotically
The red, smoky eyes of the observers have an unclear, chaotic effect on me.
They hang from caves that I can't see
The observers are hidden in inaccessible caves that I cannot perceive.
The blood in me
My essence, the energy that animates me, is being felt.
Time to feed
The observers are urging me to nourish myself, either physically or metaphorically.
Paranoia emanates from those that are not there
I feel apprehension coming from those who I cannot see or ascertain the existence of.
I will them, meet their deathly stare
I confront them in my mind, returning their threatening gaze.
I pass them, look ahead to where I've got to go
I move forward, ignoring the imagined obstruction and focussing on my objectives.
None of them can find me there
Their eyes and presence have no power over my path, and I move freely.
Contributed by Harper J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.