Old Stuff, New Glass

[Verse 1]
Too exposed
Exude everything they'll need-to-know
Same old stuff
Behind the glass we love to trust
Antenna to adjust

[Verse 2]
Wider eyes
Follow the trajectory of your lies
Got too close
Analyse the fibres of your coat

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

[Verse 3]
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

[Verse 4]
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

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

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