Strung Out Again

You get what you see
I saw a rich fuck giving charity
Saw an evil emperor wearing my clothes
Their far from the best
But they suit you better than the rest
Just looking in the mirror
Will make you a brave man
I know my place
Hate my face
I know how I begin, and how I’ll end
Strung out again
You’re a parliament of owls
Flying over a city of canals
There goes the floating body
Floating face down
You get what you see
Some things they just change invisiabally
I never knew where I was going
Thank God I can never know
I know my place
Hate my face
I know how I begin and how I’ll end
Strung out again
Standing, smiling on some fantasy island
Waiting for the moon to pull again
But the tides coming in And I’m strung out again
Strung out again