[Intro]
Do you see the scales on me?
Feeble tongue, or hues of green?
I don't feel like catching prey
But I don't feel like anything
[Verse 1]
I sit in my head
Stray from the truth
Pick at the scabs, don't look at the past
Got something to lose
But I feel the tension from every direction
It's my reflection
I correct 'em, don't even mention
You can't fix my soul, my crutch, my home
Feed it but it's best just left alone
My dear, my foe, my holy ghost
Never gave a damn 'til it's face was shown
[Pre-Chorus]
Your face was shown
(Is it something you wanna do?)
(Is it something you wanna do?)
Your face was shown
(Is it something you wanna do?)
(Is it something you wanna do?)
Do you see the scales on me?
Feeble tongue, or hues of green?
I don't feel like catching prey
But I don't feel like anything
[Verse 1]
I sit in my head
Stray from the truth
Pick at the scabs, don't look at the past
Got something to lose
But I feel the tension from every direction
It's my reflection
I correct 'em, don't even mention
You can't fix my soul, my crutch, my home
Feed it but it's best just left alone
My dear, my foe, my holy ghost
Never gave a damn 'til it's face was shown
[Pre-Chorus]
Your face was shown
(Is it something you wanna do?)
(Is it something you wanna do?)
Your face was shown
(Is it something you wanna do?)
(Is it something you wanna do?)
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