Getting Bitter; Mirage Appears demo

Getting bitter and sick of it now
Mirage appears, something to do
Dejected and bitter, you’re pulling me out
Tar and fractals stick to me now
Crushed up and extremely sensitive
To all that surrounds me, every sound
Magnified, six thousand two hundred and twenty times

I’m walking round and round, people won’t stop going out
Rolling pins roll me out too thin, four caked in hair
Makes me late to my telephone call
Crunched up and nowhere to go
Stagnant and and flinching, like a stag
Magnified four hundred and sixty-nine times

Getting bitter and sick of it now
Mirage appears, something to do