Recursive Songtext
von You Win Again Gravity

To call it sight is false
That second face in shards
Splintered skin shines through now
From the poorly made mirror
And they call it ′self-reflection'

It′s a simple thing you see, it's natural
So why do I feel at all?
Because I'm 30 years old and still helpless in my bed
Trying, still falling short

Reckless, purposeless, inward
Recursive

I seek approval, I have to make sure they see me
I constantly undervalue everything that makes me, me


Return to the room

I remember my previous shape, purposeless
I choke on my lack of taste, my inability
And I scream into the sky
Why am I dulled, hollow?

I call it sight (false)
That second face in shards
Splintered skin shines through

I know of no-one else complicit while still repentant
Still constantly undervalue everything
I can′t love me

What the fuck happened these last two days?
Reckless, purposeless


Look away, I feel like I′m barely here
Believe me, I'll never be anywhere