Bright Eyes
I'm taking in my news, from the outside.
I quit listening to you. Now I know, my mind.
Hey young, bright eyes.
Your head won't work, so take mine.
I'm breaking out of use.
Now I feel fine.
Can't loosen up this noose, from these caged eyes.
Flawed in circuits bind.
Caged eyes encase mine.
Faults near finished lines.
Bound for, these heaven times.
What is it worth, to say?
(Hey young)
Lessons learnt along the line,
staking out the truth or lie.
(Hey young)
We trade in fear of losing time.
How does it feel to say?
Writer/s: Andrew Bushen, Gavin Edgeley, Jack Bennett, Mark Trotter, Ross Smithwick
