Tekst piosenki:
Ripened eyes, I'm fuelled by fear of being disliked
question why? I should not care I know most of the time
Harmony, I think it has been deceiving me.
Question why I would want others to be please by me.
I can stand up but baby bird beats
Into my chest, pulse in my feet
I can recite, stand and deliver
did you notice the quivering finger?
I wanna be, wanna be the guy
I'm an OP getting it right
how's it reflect, make me seem nice?
hypocrite poser, white knight
and I think a consciousness of how I'm perceived
is causing inactivity
wrestle with doubt and inauthenticity
how can anything guiltless ever come from me?