Look down, down, down
See your porcelain face reflect on your silver spoon
A summit of the plate
Inflated stomach full
Scared of a singular bead of sweat
The leg of labour in which you pull
Come down, down, down
Come down
Corridor mind, door to door
Contained thoughts
Claim to feel the struggle
Product not earnt but bought
Corridor mind, door to door
Contained thoughts
Claim to feel the struggle
Product not earnt but bought
The tight-lipped pity smile
Makes it all worthwhile
As you see the face that you have known and loved for years
I don't know what the mirror thought it saw
But it's a sweet remanence
Of what it once was, could have been, and so much more
To unveil potential seek
What an adolescent can do with a phone in hand
Corridor mind, door to door
Contained thoughts
Claim to feel the struggle
Product not earnt but bought
Corridor mind, door to door
Contained thoughts
Claim to feel the struggle
Product not earnt but bought
This corridor mind and this door to door
Claim to feel the struggle
Products not mine but yours
Corridor mind and this door to door
Claim to feel the struggle
Products not mine but yours
Entitled and ego conveys amongst pride
Still stuck in your ways, still trying to find a tongue tie
With this corridor mind, and these contained thoughts
And the tight-lipped pity smile that makes it all worthwhile