制作
歌词
Fate subjugates all our certainties
Makes a mockery of our anxieties
Don’t pick the scab if you don’t want to bleed
Though it will feed you
Mug in the mirror is sadder than it appears
Can’t see a sprout without thinking about my own useless gear
Mustn’t take every damn thing to heart
It’ll tear me apart
Don’t want to be ashamed of my face when I’m aged
I want to cling to other things
Most things are fleeting
If you can be a constant, maybe you can save me
Always runnin from the heart of the matter while growing fatter
On the spoils of recreance
Don’t wanna be ashamed of my face when I’m aged
I wanna cling to other things
