YOU CAN’T UNSEE IT Verse 1 Eight years living with the isolation, Eight years tuned to a different station, They call it crazy when they don’t understand, But I’ve seen things I can’t explain with my own two hands. I’ve watched the sky, I’ve watched the light, Seen things appear and disappear at night, Don’t tell me what I did or didn’t see, You weren’t standing there beside me. Pre-Chorus I have pictures. I have video. I have watched it with my own eyes. You can question me all you want, But you can’t erase what survived. Chorus You can’t expect me to unsee What’s been right in front of me. Eight damn years of wondering why Something keeps tearing through my sky. Aliens amongst us, portals in the night, Frequencies changing everything in sight. Call it impossible, call it what you please— But you weren’t there, You didn’t see what I’ve seen. Verse 2 There’s a frequency most people never hear, A shift in the air when something gets near. Like reality bends for a second or two, And suddenly you’re looking straight through. I stopped asking people to believe, Because disbelief doesn’t change what I see. Isolation teaches you something strange— Once your eyes are open, you never see the world the same. Chorus I have seen it with my own eyes, I have pictures, I have video. Eight years living inside a question Most people will never know. You can laugh about the portals, Say there’s nobody amongst us, Say frequency means nothing— But you cannot take my memory And tell me it was nothing. Bridge How do you unsee what you’ve seen? How do you unknow what you know? How do you go back to before When there is no “before” anymore? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t go looking for this. But after eight years— I can’t pretend I never witnessed it. Breakdown I saw it. I filmed it. I saved it. I lived it. Pictures. Videos. My own two eyes. You can escape the conversation— but the evidence doesn’t disappear. Final Chorus Maybe we’re not alone here, Maybe we never have been. Maybe portals aren't doorways— Maybe they're places where realities blend. Maybe frequency is language, Maybe isolation made me hear— Something everybody else was missing Because they never knew to listen for it here. Eight years. My own eyes. My own life. My own truth. And you can tell me not to see it— but you cannot make me unsee it.
