Old Stuff, New Glass lyrics

Too exposed Back's to everything not need-to-know Same old stuff Behind the glass we loved to trust And turn on to adjust Wider eyes Follow the trajectory of your lies Got too close Analyze the fibers of your coat Blessed indecisions Unfettered ideals Why do they have to be real? They say: Come Seemingly inherently alone Post a seat Conflicted the past it will succeed Fall from grace Publicly get eaten on a plate And turn on to adjust Left a room Discussing my impending doom Funnel-vision Trust elision to make a decision Never wrong When they've got exactly what we want Blessed indecisions Unfettered ideals Strange visions Why do they have to be real? Blessed indecisions Unfettered ideals Strange visions Why do they have to be real? Strange visions Strange visions Why do they have to be real?