take the mirror - White Lung

I’m tied to the seat

Stuck with your feet

Coiled tight, dead around my neck

Fat face is right

Sleep through the night

We’ll breathe when we’re rotten dead

Wipe that look from your face

I’ll drop you back from where you came

Wipe that look from your face

I’ll drop you back from where you came

I want away from you

I want away from you

Today the plan

Is caught in your hand

I can’t tell you where to turn

The trees are gone

Tucked up the dawn

We won’t wait until you learn

Once you see it right I’ll take the mirror

Once you see it right then I’ll take