[Intro: Ben Schuller]
When you look back at a man that's been living the life that you thought you had yourself
What you see in your eyes, all the vain and the lies, telling stories you can’t tell
And I know, and I know that I think every thought, every feeling that I've felt
But the face that I've etched in my skin is not me, it’s someone else
[Verse 1: Rustage]
When I'm talking, I don't think I'm present
Keep on going through the motions, while my brain is doing risk assessment
Stressing 'bout my interjections, lessons that I've been forgetting
Ignoring my own thinking, whilst they yap at thеm in quick succession
Looking at their fixed еxpression, really leave a shit impression
Holding up my arsenal, but people talk with different weapons
Subtleties can shift perceptions, changing with the wind directions
Hover at my body, screaming at me for my lack of indiscretion
Feel I'm not even myself like I'm piloting a mech
Got a myriad of thoughts that keep on fighting in my head
Always seem to think I’m coping, but it’s tightened in my breath
Feel I'm frozen in a moment, but the time will never end
I’m emotionally a burden when I'm writing this to friends
'Cause part of me wouldn't listen if they cry to me instead
And I fear that my reactions are to lie and play pretend
Just appeasing what I need to like I’m trying to impress
[Pre-Chorus: Ben Schuller]
When you look back at a man that's been living the life that you thought you had yourself
What you see in your eyes, all the vain and the lies, telling stories you can't tell
And I know, and I know that I think every thought, every feeling that I've felt
But the face that I've etched in my skin is not me, it's someone else
When you look back at a man that's been living the life that you thought you had yourself
What you see in your eyes, all the vain and the lies, telling stories you can’t tell
And I know, and I know that I think every thought, every feeling that I've felt
But the face that I've etched in my skin is not me, it’s someone else
[Verse 1: Rustage]
When I'm talking, I don't think I'm present
Keep on going through the motions, while my brain is doing risk assessment
Stressing 'bout my interjections, lessons that I've been forgetting
Ignoring my own thinking, whilst they yap at thеm in quick succession
Looking at their fixed еxpression, really leave a shit impression
Holding up my arsenal, but people talk with different weapons
Subtleties can shift perceptions, changing with the wind directions
Hover at my body, screaming at me for my lack of indiscretion
Feel I'm not even myself like I'm piloting a mech
Got a myriad of thoughts that keep on fighting in my head
Always seem to think I’m coping, but it’s tightened in my breath
Feel I'm frozen in a moment, but the time will never end
I’m emotionally a burden when I'm writing this to friends
'Cause part of me wouldn't listen if they cry to me instead
And I fear that my reactions are to lie and play pretend
Just appeasing what I need to like I’m trying to impress
[Pre-Chorus: Ben Schuller]
When you look back at a man that's been living the life that you thought you had yourself
What you see in your eyes, all the vain and the lies, telling stories you can't tell
And I know, and I know that I think every thought, every feeling that I've felt
But the face that I've etched in my skin is not me, it's someone else
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