Epigone

Through the glass I'm dilated
I need a change in the weather too but
I been talked around the town
But I'm not sorry for nobody

Who runs over the middle man
Your nemesis could shush your maker
I bend the knee on faded paint
Tough luck with a token grimace

I didn't crawl on hands and knees for
You to breeze through a mystery yeah
Fight or flight, I should have known
You'd pick the bone at the clap of daybreak



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Toher
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