Cymande - Fug

By the way dunno what's gotten into me
I was raised revering the Bible
Born to be a paragon of Industry
See me now chasing survival
It's all right to split from a scene
It's all new to me now.
If I say what you want to hear,
The face in the mirror won't look right.
The face in the mirror won't look right.

In a way I miss the thought of apathy
And the great days it surrounded.
Buried in the comfort of monotony
Treading water keeps you from drowning
Too late I fear I've been seen
A flood spoke in a wheel
If I say what you want to hear,

The face in the mirror won't look right.
The face in the mirror won't look right.

So you see
I lost a little appetite
Wading through the hot water musing
WHen the string of day to day and half the night
Stays the same you just have to use it.
It's all new to me now.
If I say what you want to hear,
The face in the mirror won't look right.
The face in the mirror won't look right.
The face in the mirror won't look right.
The face in the mirror won't look right.