Mimetic
Lyrics
They think we're dumb
But we're just poor
Is there no cure
Our work is done
Our backs are sore
We wait for the minotaur
My breathing stops
At the sound of another
Weight of the world
The voice of my mother
Saw me in half
My skull split in two
One eye on sky
I'll keep the other on you
I don't want to be another pair of grey eyes on the tube
Sad and lonely
Fighting sleep in the afternoon
I don't want to be another pair of scared eyes on the street
Lost in a phone screen
Terrified of everyone I meet
I don't want to be another pair of grey eyes on the tube
Sad and lonely
Fighting sleep in the afternoon
I don't want to be another pair of scared eyes on the street
Lost in a phone screen
Terrified of everyone I meet
I don't want to be another pair of grey eyes on the tube
Sad and lonely
Fighting sleep in the afternoon
I don't want to be another pair of scared eyes on the street
Lost in a phone screen
Terrified of everyone I meet
I don't want to be another pair of grey eyes on the tube
Sad and lonely
Fighting sleep in the afternoon
I don't want to be another pair of scared eyes on the street
Lost in a phone screen
Terrified of everyone I meet
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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