Old Stuff, New Glass

To expose

Exude everything I need to know

Same old stuff

Behind the glass, we love to trust

And tend not to adjust

Whiter eyes

Follow the trajectory of your lies

Got too close

Analyze the fibers of your coat

Western decisions

Unfettered ideals

I feel they have to be real

They say come

Seemingly, inherently alone

Poster seat

Conflicted the past and you'll succeed

Fall from grace

Publicly get eaten on a plate

And tend not to adjust

Left the room

Discussing my impending doom

Funnel vision

Trust illusion to make a decision

Never wrong

When we've got exactly what we want

Western decisions

Unfettered ideals

Strange visions

Why do they have to be real?

Western decisions

Unfettered ideals

Strange visions

Why do they have to be real?

Strange visions

Strange visions

Why do they have to be real?