The Mirror

Give me something to believe in
 Faces on the screen
 It's not enough to watch the colours change
 While we're tearing at the seams
 And now they self prescribe a resolution
 It's staring back at you
 A better daze is surely never gonna come
 Until we change the point of view, change the point of view
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 When you're done holding on
 What's left of this play?
 When I'm gone
 What's become of you?
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 Pay no mind to the reflection
 Just look the other way
 The pages always fit together well
 And everything's for sale
 You know they don't believe in what they're selling
 Forest from the trees
 You know it's not enough to watch the colours change
 Watch the faces on the screen, faces on the screen
 When you're done holding on
 What's left in this place for us?
 When it's gone, turned it off
 What becomes of all of us?
 When you're done holding on
 What's left of this place?
 When it's gone
 What becomes of you?