Lyrics:
You walked away, I assumed that I'd grow
Almost instantly scrolled to my doom
In the rooms I know
Don't look up to see who is in the mirror
In the drift of days
Nothing can take hold
And I opened the door for the cold
Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through
Another year, goodnight
When I'll remedy the fear
Oh, we are dying on a wheel
Give me no sympathy when atrophy takes hold (long ago I sold)
Fighting loses its thunder when you create the foe
All I do is look down to see
What is their consensus on this version of me?
Long ago I sold
Oh, back when I opened the door to the cold
Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through
Another fear tonight
When no remedy is clear
Oh, we are dying on a wheel
Dying on a wheel
The mirror it knows how much I sold
Don't look up to see who is in the mirror
In the drift of days nothing can take hold
Oh, back when I opened the door to the cold
Oh, we are spinning on a wheel
Oh, falling through
Another year, goodnight
When I'll remedy the fear
Oh, we are dying on a wheel
Dying on a wheel
Music production by Joey Izzo
Mixed & Mastered by Joey Izzo & Adam Bentley
D.O.P - Gordon Horwitz
Director - Cooper Holmes
Editor - Miguel Esmeralda