4:48, again
Early or late, hard to tell
Orbiting my bed
Mirror, Mirror, I call:
What crawls and lives off the wall?
- Nowhere left to fall.
Some claim Dark before dawn
Tell me: what are they on?
Silver lining their clouds
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice
4:49, still here
Was it a month or a year
Walled inside of me

Some claim Dark before dawn
Tell me: what are they on?
Silver lining their clouds
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice
Some say that I'd do well to cope
Well maybe not; or maybe I'm slow
Mirror please, give up the ghost
Let it go
Some say, its darkest right before dawn
Id like some more of what they are on
Silver on every cloud
Silver spoons in their mouths
Good advice
Just add vice
Good advice
Just add vice