Spirit Is Blind
There's someone in the mirror and it's not me
It must be one of the men I once decided to be.
He is a liar and he's looking back at me;
A ticking clock, a burden, a plague upon modernity.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
My voice will carry further but what do I say?
I talk about knowing nothing and continue with my day.
I pick a platitude, for me shame.
I want to be a player but I'm the one running the game.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
There's someone in the mirror and it's not me
It must be one of the men I once decided to be.
He is a liar and he's looking back at me;
A ticking clock, a burden, a plague upon modernity.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
It must be one of the men I once decided to be.
He is a liar and he's looking back at me;
A ticking clock, a burden, a plague upon modernity.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
My voice will carry further but what do I say?
I talk about knowing nothing and continue with my day.
I pick a platitude, for me shame.
I want to be a player but I'm the one running the game.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
There's someone in the mirror and it's not me
It must be one of the men I once decided to be.
He is a liar and he's looking back at me;
A ticking clock, a burden, a plague upon modernity.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
My spirit is blind and the body is unwilling to talk about another shilling
But it does, 'cause the dissonance is deafening and the hunger has me crawling back.
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Writer(s): Alexander Jackson, Adam Collins
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