Old Stuff, New Glass

Too exposed
Exude everything they'll need-to-know
Same old stuff
Behind the glass we love to trust
Antenna to adjust

Wider eyes
Follow the trajectory of your lies
Got too close
Analyse the fibres of your coat

Blessed indecisions
Unfettered ideals
Why do they have to be real?

They say "Come"
Seemingly inherently alarmed
Poster seat
Conflicted the past it will succeed
Fall from grace
Publicly get eaten on a plate
Antenna to adjust

Left the room
Discussing my impending doom
Funnel-vision
Trust elision to make a decision
Never wrong
Well they've got exactly what we want

Blessed indecisions
Unfettered ideals
Strange visions
Why do they have to be real?

Blessed indecisions
Unfettered ideals
Strange visions
Why do they have to be real?
Strange visions
Strange visions
Why do they have to be real?