Lyrics The Six Degrees Theory - Jan Blomqvist , Kid Simius
What
have
our
mirrors
known?
Our
darkest
reflection?
There're
eight
billion
telephones,
Distorting
connection
And
I
see
ten
thousand
tongues
tied,
Slur
words
broke
and
poor
or
we
Are
discreetly
choking
on
all
of
our
pride,
Smug-slamming
the
door
on
me.
You
don't
know
me
You
don't
know
me
You
don't
know
me...
Will
music
fade
Out
the
noise
off
my
mind?
And
why
does
the
silence
have
always
to
wait
'Till
just
the
right
time?
How
can
we
start
euthanizing
The
constant
need
for
our
headlight
staring?
Blank
gaze
behind
eyes
emphasizing
Can't
even
act
caring
You
don't
know
me
You
don't
know
me
You
don't
know
me...
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