You
The other screens and thoughts, they hold you down running out, the air is closing in so long.
To die, fit into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Mother's born to climb the other sky
Disguise and hold you down
Running out, the hour is closing in
To die, fit into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
Into the eyes of the same old guy
