The Author (feat. Aleya & Tom Evans)

I'm the author of my own threnody I don't believe a fucking word you say You say these words just to satiate You can't talk it straight But you'll hide behind your arrogance Full circle, half hearted Empathy is unknown to you Full circle, half hearted I'll never know what people see in you I'll never know what people see in you I can't see what's in front of me I'm the author of my own threnody I'm seeing faces in shadows that I can't define Phantoms in fairies and they intertwine Blurring the lines, forcing the blame Convincing myself that I'm not the same It works its way inside Taking over every thought that I make Everybody's a statistic, my unrealistic Expectations twist perceptions Full circle, half hearted Looking down from atop my glass house Full circle, half hearted Echo chambers let the blind lead the blind With my hands over my eyes Refusing to see the other side I'm seeing faces in shadows that I can't define Phantoms in fairies and they intertwine Blurring the lines, forcing the blame Convincing myself that I'm not the same Morose tinted glasses Tearing apart the seams of my life Closed mind, closed eyes Consumed by my own lies Confined by this state of mind If I tear down the mask What will be underneath? If I tear down the mask Would I believe what I see? I'm seeing faces in shadows that I can't define Phantoms in fairies and they intertwine Blurring the lines, forcing the blame Convincing myself that I'm not the same When will I realise that some things aren't right? Some things aren't right As you blur the lines I convince myself that I'm not the same as you