you get what you see
i saw a rich fuck given charity
saw an evil emperor wearing my clothes
their far from the best
but they might suit you better than the rest
just looking in the mirror
will make you a brave man
i know my place
i hate my face
i know how i began, and how i'll end
strung out again
was a parliament of owls
flying over a city of canals
floating on the body
floating in the dalles
you get what you see
some things they just change invisibly
i don't know where i'm going
i don't even want to know
i know my place
i hate my face
i know how i began and how i'll end
strung out again
standing, smiling on some fantasy island
looking at my lost reflection again
but a tides coming in
and i'm strung out again
strung out again