My Ancient Head

Picture, me: an anxious teen
You, the very same
Secretly underneath, our eyes reveal our age

There we were by the creek
Contamination in the drink

Never scar, never bleed
A prize that’s paid in youth
Reluctantly, still a team
Cause we’re the only two

Tell me, do you think it’s fair that as they die we don’t?
Immortal me wakes from his sleep, dreaming of the day he won’t

Is it wrong to want to see a cеase to this seeming eternity?
Hoping that wе still blend in, fearing lab examination
I’d rather lay my eyes on a reaper’s scythe than you again

Another year, another day, synonyms to us
Take a blade, invade a vein
But your god ignores the touch

The cars were ants from so far below
We grazed the sky with nothing to show
Defective, deceptive skin, the bars that keep us caged
Like I said, my ancient head can’t think of something new to say

Is it wrong to want to see a cease to this seeming eternity?
Hoping that we still blend in, fearing lab examination
I’d rather lay my eyes on a reaper’s scythe than you again